Get Em Daddy Cam'ron (Ft. Hell Rell)

[Intro - Cam'ron]
They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I sign myself
Getchya cake up!

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
I'm like a crack addict
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe fast
Eat ass on point like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got tramp whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to find
Soft white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's mine (Mine!)