[singer harmonizing]
[Cam`ron over singer]
Uhh, Killa, yo ..
You got to wonder man, what is all this shit really worth,
y`knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain`t got ya man here to share
it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..
[Cam`ron]
I been on both sides of burglries, guns out and choked up
Man, this shit`ll get you choked up
I`da been shot at, got at, backedstabbed, coked up
Almost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp all these hoe sluts
When they period come it get slow but so what?
I got big plans to blow up
I`ma love this year, but blood ain`t here
We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class
to fuck ass, dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see our dreams
Eighteen wit the three-eighteen, that`s blood y`all
(blood y`all) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he`s not here I feel that it`s not fair
Fuck see `em at the crossroads, wanna see `em drive across roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo`, had to tell a few niggaz
"My man was a hell of a nigga," (?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it
Little Cam, it`s just bloodshed resurrected
Death to (?), "logic" I said
Four months, got `em some head, right in the bed
Listen dawg, I`m beyond dead
This ain`t even me spittin, this Derek Wright and Armstead
[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up
They been here, that`s whassup, tomorrow`s my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold your ground
Let`s act brave, get it now, tomorrow`s my promise
[Cam`ron]
Yo .. yo, I never had fights in rings
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
I done spent nights in bings
Now I realized Christ the King, ain`t no righteous thing
but how I get the right to sing?
And the streets be talkin like Donahue
Clowns, they belong on Comic View
that`s why the feds onto you
When they form they assembly`s
you stuck on the block like the ave. got parenthesis
Course everybody gotta war story (shit)
I swear to God I hear more and more stories (damn)
I`m in Jersey, the crib, four stories
Add a fifth one incase the fourth one bore me (Killa!)
I done ran through the NBC`s, CBS`s, 3GS`s, VVS`s
Baggetteses, princess cuts, diamond layers
and I never said "I`ma player"
But I been down wit messy action
Similar to Jessie Jackson, the threat would happen
Ma kept resistin, I had to bounce wit my shit man
I`m scared of commitment
I`m a hustler, work in the closet, work in the kitchen
Outside, workin and pitchin, work on the block
Even put the work on the glock
Work on the toilet, I`ma work-a-holic
[Chorus - 2X w/ Cam`ron adlibs]
[singer sings until fade]
