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Tytuł: Losing Weight Part 2

  • Wykonawca: Cam'Ron
  • Wy¶wietleń: 256

  [Hook: Cam'Ron]
  Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
  I'm back on these highways moving cakes
  Life's based upon what I'ma do today
  Cop a car, new estate
  Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
  Baby do the date
  I got ta move an eighth
  Fuck the scrutiny
  Y'all niggas screwin me
  Killa never let the drama slide
  Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
  Yell out homicide
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  18 months please, that ain't facing time
  I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
  I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
  6 months right back on the damn block anyway
  But look, money from across the street
  Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
  Me and my peeps often meet
  At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
  Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
  So dunn stay silent
  Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
  When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
  Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
  Digital ten, shit get critical friend
  I got 800 invisible men
  That mean it could be the bankman
  Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
  Lady at the front stand
  Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe
  Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade
  And y'all dead now
  That you can bet now
  Do like a toaster put your bread down
  Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
  In a collision, I see their ambition
  But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
  Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
  When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
  350 on the stove and its 90 outside
  I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
  Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
  Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
  Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
  But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
  She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
  Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
  Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
  So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
  Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
  You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
  Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
  Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga
  
  [Hook: Juelz Santana]
  Fuck losing weight
  We back on these highways moving cakes
  Life's based upon what I'ma do today
  I think my moms moving away
  Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
  Baby do the date
  I got to move an eighth
  Fuck the scrutiny
  Y'all niggas screwin me
  Juelz never let the cops get me
  On the block til the shots hit me
  Until the shots get me
  
  [Juelz Santana]
  Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire
  Its real dog, I live in the fire
  Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire
  Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire
  Quick to grab the 5th and just fire
  Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire
  Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall
  That's just the beginning of war
  I let you know you dealing with dogs
  My villians will finish you off
  Head in your chest brain
  Dead on the van on the express way
  While I got my hand in the Tech wave
  Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?"
  Cops wanna cuff me, do it
  You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
  Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
  Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
  Look at my body, I lost so much weight
  Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight
  I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake
  He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight
  He been waiting for his connection to come
  I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one"
  I'm on the block as usual
  With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
  Watching for the cops that's moving through
  Me and my soldiers know the rules
  We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue
  Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
  Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
  Mami told me son, hold your own
  And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone
  And I believed her
  Juelz never let the cops get me
  On the block til the shots hit me
  
  [Hook: Cam'Ron]
  Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
  I'm back on these highways moving cakes
  Life's based upon what I'ma do today
  Cop a car, new estate
  Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
  Baby do the date
  I got ta move an eighth
  Fuck the scrutiny
  Y'all niggas screwin me
  Killa never let the drama slide
  Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
  Yell out homicide
  
  [Hook: Juelz Santana]
  Fuck losing weight
  We back on these highways moving cakes
  Life's based upon what I'ma do today
  I think my moms moving away
  Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
  Baby do the date
  I got to move an eighth
  Fuck the scrutiny
  Y'all niggas screwin me
  Juelz never let the cops get me
  On the block til the shots hit me
  Until the shots get me