Tytuł: Sports, Drugs & Entertainment

• Wykonawca: Cam'Ron
• Wyświetleń: 277

[Jay-Z]
  uh huh, yeah
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
  And of course, athletes in the struggle
  
  [Verse 1]
  Yo, yo yo yo yo
  Some get a little and some get none
  Shit, I was part of the some get none
  The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs
  Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
  After all, I was nice in ball,
  But I came to practice weed scented
  Report card like the speed limit
  55-55 expellable
  If your nice they make sure that you eligible
  Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
  Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
  I can hoop, yo
  All-American in my age group, yo
  Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)
  Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
  All i did was rob and mug on campus
  Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
  At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
  Forgot about ball, I was done dude
  Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
  Call moms, she dont want the phone act
  She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit
  
  [Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]
  
  Cause the streets is a short stop
  Either you slangin' crack-rock
  or you got a wicked jump shot
  
  [Verse 2]
  Yo, yo, ayo
  Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
  But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"
  Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'
  See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
  Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
  Shiesty again, no where without iron
  Seems like my school life self destroyed
  Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
  Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
  Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
  Till one of the workers pulled a small case
  Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
  I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
  A slow case n', verdict probation
  Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
  Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
  See what happen', stopped the crackin'
  Start rappin', quit the clappin'
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
  But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
  So in that i became more curious
  Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
  Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
  CEO's heard, now here come big cake
  But one cat said Cam you better recoup
  Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
  But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
  The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
  Money more the clutch, money more the touch
  I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
  yeah
  Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
  Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
  for dat fame
  Throwa Untertainment
  Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
  Till the arrainment, Killa
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  That's how it go on my block
  Mad props, let off mad shots
  All my peoples out there tryin' it
  Dis a problem for they environment, killa
  Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
  Till the arraignment