[Intro: Cam'ron]
Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo
Gangsta, none of the above
Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA
Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard?
You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings
I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
You know you can't expect everything from everybody
So get up, get out and get something
That's what I did
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked
Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now
My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida
Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica
Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka
Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell
He gave birth to the best MC you never heard
Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words
Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
He did damage, road managed by G-O-D
A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard
Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars
Cutlass 68', hooptie 75'
Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why
I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air
First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career
That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit
I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip
Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath
No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris
He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story
Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo
Gangsta, none of the above
Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA
Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard?
You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings
I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
You know you can't expect everything from everybody
So get up, get out and get something
That's what I did
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked
Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now
My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida
Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica
Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka
Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell
He gave birth to the best MC you never heard
Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words
Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
He did damage, road managed by G-O-D
A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard
Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars
Cutlass 68', hooptie 75'
Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why
I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air
First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career
That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit
I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip
Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath
No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris
He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story
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