[Cam'Ron]

How y'all doin' out there?

I wanna welcome y'all back

Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa

We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us

Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?

Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?

Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house

Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?



[Kay Slay]

You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO



[Cam'Ron]

El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay

This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now

Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man



[Kay Slay]

Yo son



[Cam'Ron]

What's good?



[Kay Slay]

I gotta tell you like my dog told me

When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her



[Cam'Ron]

Slap her?



[Kay Slay]

Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her



[Cam'Ron]

Off the bat?



[Kay Slay]

Off the bat, just backhand her



[Cam'Ron]

Why's that, though?



[Kay Slay]

'Cause later on down the line

You ain't never gotsta to worry about 

That chick telling you --  

"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"



[Cam'Ron]

[Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga

But see the thing is with me

I don't understand how a bitch can go out

Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever

And then go give another nigga her fucking money

Knawmean?



[Kay Slay]

Nah Cam, you gotta understand

That's cause ya game is tight

 

[Cam'Ron]

Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga

I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?

We getting ready set this shit the fuck off

Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...



[Verse]

Yo, yo, I advise you to step son

For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son

Y'all be calling me daddy, cause

The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say

Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say" 

Y'all gonna see doomsday

I'm a savage but colder

Now I rock karrots that I'm older

See this parrot on my shoulder?

He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words

Act up, and be returned to the birds

I return with them birds, any 28 grams

A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds

I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms

Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn

Using a dope then I'm gone back

Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas

Cops come for dope it's a damper

I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana

Rush the crib, go in the hampter

Don't follow me, "Stan-a"

If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer

That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart

I ain't finished, that's just the start

You'll be calling for back up, praying for help

Fuck my life, I'm taking myself

All the achin' I felt

In my crib at night, praying for wealth

Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"

Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'



[Kay Slay]

Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man

Let's get down to business, Harlem