Cam'ron

Cam'ron - Let Me Know songtekst

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All my harlem niggas my bk niggas 
back uptown baby lennox ave 

We bout to spit hospitable 
Physical but shit is gettin critical 
The way cats bitin is dispicable 
Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable 
I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical 
Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans 
Wish your flow was ill huh? 
Mine was your medicine 
Now you're in the game 
Lame sound the best you've ever been 
Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman 
Get thirty thou now your actions begun 
Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done 
Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin 
And start malice(?) 
When the fuck we start bouncin? 
We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin 
We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' 

[CHORUS] 
Yo you fly? Let me know 
Yo you high? Let me know 
You wanna cry? Let me know 
You wanna die? Let me know 
You want raw? Let me know 
You sound raw Let me know 
You want a war? Let me know 
You on tour? Let me know 
You sell crack? Let me know 
You bust yo gat? Let me know 
You sell weed? Let me know 
Well where the trees? Let me know 
You a fed? Let me know 
She give head? Let me know 
It's aight? Let me know 
You wanna fight? Let me know 

Yo I get dough any way 
I can flow any way 
Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? 
C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray 
And nigga might I say 
I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day 
Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away 
And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way 
I got some cats that'll come down here right away 
To take your ass right away 
Believe me you could die today 
We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code 
So please let me know 
You get fly? Let me know 
He get high? Let me know 
Take his jewels and his rolls(?) 
Eat his food to let him know(???) 
You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze 
With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me 
So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right 
I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right 

CHORUS 

You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover 
And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother 
Better carry your rubber 
Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) 
Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me 
Not my man, not my style 
Not my fam, not my pal 
Not my click, not my type 
Hell no we not alike 
You get knocked, you sit in a cell 
Get raped, bitch, and you yell 
Turn homo, kiss and you tell 
Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga 
Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? 
You know how we get niggas? 
Bla! bla! bla! bla! 
That's how we get niggas 
Big drinkers, me and 6 figures 
Bout to be some real, real real real real real real 
Rich niggas 
Big niggas, talk slick nigga 
Got shit to spit nigga 

CHORUS x2 


 
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