(feat. Cam'Ron, Lil Wayne)



[Cam'ron: Spoken]

Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. 

you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer 



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To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers 

block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers 

Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw 

Clap... thats the bird-call 



If the cops are comin, get to hop n runnin 

Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin youngin 

Put away that herb raw, let us know the word whore 

Clap... thats the bird-call 



[JR Writer:] 

i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit 

so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick 

but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead lips 

they dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret 

act wrong, chrome, passin me dome 

next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin it home 

but i always keep a straggler, thats known to bone 

and run through a lap, faster than marion jones 

man listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen, 

corner to the damn kitchen 

gained a couple fans having made the transition 

but im still in the hood like a transmission 

no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty 

i got it locked from here, all the way to cak-a-lacky 

but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin its just laffy taffy 

shit this beat dun be the only thing clappin at me 



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[Lil' Wayne:] 

SpokenYeah, I'm ready now) 

Birdman Jr. and J.R pigeons know who they are 

Niggas gotta pay off 

Snitches know to see yall 

If chickens on the radar, I'm at it 

Cuz I get it on my day off, aint nuttin like getting weighed off 

Scrape off the plates 

Shake off the flakes 

Dad daddy make all the kit kat 

I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like I'm adolf, 

But ya'll cant see me, Ray Charles 

I steal whores 

I'll probably take yours 

because you peel off and I take off 

Give me no space whatever I want I takes, 

whatever I need I bleed and see 

Bitch nigga don't breathe on the weed 

I'm fucking with them birds 

without feeding them seeds that's creed you don't know about it, 

full clip how I go about it, full body, 

hard body, I'm like ya'll got it yet 



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[Cam'Ron:] 

SpokenKilla, dash, hoffa, you funny nigga.) 

Damn, Homie 

In high school you was the man homie 

thats what a fan told me shiiiit 

same old cat, get his Kangol clapped 

brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap 

shame on black, the game's so whack 

dame sunk some children 

from in front of yo buildin straight to a hudred million 

bad pimpin pimpin, bad actin doggyy 

getcha limp on pimpin, if they actin froggy 

tell em back up off me, i come down clappin forty 

pow thats a badder story, not in my category 

mess around, dame held def jam down 

supporting my back, jackin and they left their pounds 

red-neck found, tech tech pound 

duck duck goose, pump pump shoot, 

shoot lets get down 

it may seem petty, 

but we all turn mean deadly 

for green-fetti, 

my whole team ready 



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[JR Writer:] 

this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats 

flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack 

when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap 

but start with he deals, your pa be on chill 

the car is DeVille, is real ill 

heart in the grill its far in my mills 

Cruise the city with the semi or the celly 

on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels 



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