[Cam'ron]
  I'm here now!
  Ha! Ha!
  I'm here now!
  They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
  They done fucked up lettin me in Un
  They done did it to themselves man!
    Eh yo, you see him
  Cam in the BM
  Wit the Koreans
  To G 'em
  Wit land in Korea
  Take the leer jet flight
  When?
  Thursday night
  Overseas
  Y'all fuck up it's worth your life
  Huh, you niggaz heard me right
  Uggh, for that persian white
  I go to church of christ
  Search a life
  First to cut a nigga for his merchandise
  My niggaz ball for weight
  Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
  To make em frosted flakes
  Oh, these jewels on my neck
  You'll say the Lord I'm saved
  My shit cost some cake
  You think you can afford a date
  But yo your men should know
  That my crew, we intend to blow
  Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
  And motherfuckin end your show
  When I say no
  What don't you understand the N or O
  Like that nigga Jigga said
  Yo, you either friend or foe
  So respect my wish
  I'm a perfectionist
  And wit the gun
  Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss
  Check the list, how many necks I twist
  Who expected this, Exodus
  Blow over night, or even sex a bitch
  But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
  On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off
  Ask my nigga Digga
  Or my other nigga Mr. Ross
  The point we get across
  To make it that you get across
  And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rape
  But you live in the burbs'
  Your business is on the holidays
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  [Noreaga]
  Now where my up north niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my down south niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my east side niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my west side niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my Harlem World niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my Iraq niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my N.O.R niggas at
  Wha What!
  Now where my Cam'ron niggas at
  Wha What!
    [Cam'ron]
  Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll
  I don't wanna rhyme
  I just need to talk wit ya'll
  How ya'll feel about me
  Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
  Cause when I rhyme
  Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
  Then pull they skully down
  And put their ice grill on
  Like they don't trust a nigga
  And walk around the club
  Like they bout to crush a nigga
  I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga
  No need to boast
  Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga
  You got to love a nigga
  The way I rhyme what
  Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up
  Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up
  Next day same ice grill along the lineup
  Ya'll niggas' time up
  No mean to trouble you
  I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
  What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
  I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yours
  Not to nag her, wonder if I can bag her
  It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
  I'm a lay her like a quarterback
  On her back
  On the mat
  Found out that you wanna act
  We ran through her
  You want her back?
  Come on wit that
  You kiss a hoe
  But when the bitch leaves
  You fuck around and miss the hoe
  Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
  Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
  Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
  That was Pryor like Richard yo
  See I done been around the world
  See I met Puff and I know Mason
  But still the best nation
  Nigga is donation
  So let me hold somethin
  Yo, you can't change my livin
  This robbery's a holiday
  Call it Thanksforgivin'
  Cause you a turkey
  Talkin bout you sell weight
  Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell mates
  But now I've been in the same three hummers
  For the same three summers
  And my dice game loves me
  and stays on the same three numbers
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