D rugs 2 Cam'ron

Verse 1:
I'm back on the street wit heat, oh boy it's good
Only two months in, damn my lawyers good
Ten bricks and a body that's licorice
Tell the DA, fly fuckin' witnesses
Sittin in the cell, I could just vomit
I took the word of Elijah Mohammed, became wiser as promised
Lies not honest, got ties with congress
I don't hate to see the boys
(Why)cause the tapes can be destroyed
They on the beat walkers, in my socks searchin me
It's not hurtin me, most cops work for me
Yo where Qweet, what up ma muah what
Where D at, damn yo we need that
Yo yo, my earnin' in question, I'm burnin' and sweatin'
You knowin' jail turn me depressing, I ain't learnin my lesson
You just a dumb spouse, I ain't gone run mouth
I know where to find D rugs..over Un's house

(talking)
Get the Fuck off me, I'm goin to Un house
Get the fuck off me

Verse 2:
Yo, I knocked on the door, yo yo how it's lookin Un?
You seen d rugs, yeah Cam, I was cookin him
I ran to the kitchen, Oh my God damn look at him!
What's the problem with him Un, yo he lookin slim!
What you ain't treat him right, what's wrong he ain't eatin right
You fuckin wit him that's why you sneezin right..
What you mean duke, wit d rugs ya ass will get a mean tooth
You lookin like a fiend too
But he made me chedda, I'll take him to the death wit me
He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me
Now we back, and dealin in hoods, huh
Reunited and it feel so good
Fiends comin thru in fleeces and sweaters
Increasin my chedda, Happy just to see us together
Now we round up new click, competition too sick
D rugs black blue six, woooo shit