Cam'ron

Cam'ron - He Tried To Play Me lyrics

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HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE

SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY

BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME

SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM

THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT

AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS





Y'ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE

WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE

SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS

I WAS THE WIIILDEST...

THAT WAS CHILDISH...

NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS

SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL

RICH WASN'T LIKING HIS SCHOOL

SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS

HE WAS A HUSTLER

SHE'S A CUSTOMER

NOW HE'S OFF DOING A BIIIID

TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK

I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND

NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH

HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY

WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND

ME I'M STILL HOLDING ON

THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG

THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET

BUT IM A STREET TARGET

CALL ME A MEAT MARKET

I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF

THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN

ISN'T IT SOMETHIIIIN?

NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES

THERE'S NO TOMORROOOOOW

FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED

WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE??





HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE

SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY

BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME

SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM

THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT

AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS





They call me "Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man", I bubble bread (bread)

Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)

We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)

Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed)

I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo

Who seen Killa cop? Nigga's rolling C-Lo

Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain

Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)

Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame (why?)

Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)

Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?)

Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)

Gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the Lambo)

Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?)

I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop

Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot)

Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock

Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)

"Bens & Bops", put between my hot wallet

And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket

And I'm saying this real clear

y'all can't chill here

I know real thugs in wheelchairs

Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there

Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear

It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real

They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear

Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears

Y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears





THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME

AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME

THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME

CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN

THAT'S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME

AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME

THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME

AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM





HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE

SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY

BUT THINGS JUST WASN'T THE SAME

SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM

THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT

AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS
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