357 Lyrics by Cam'ron

357 Lyrics

    What up on my Harlem niggas
    My BK niggas
    Back uptown baby
    Lennox Ave.
    My Oyas on Broadway all day

    Aye yo you love the way I rep black
    Step the f back
    'Fore I bring out the guns
    And chest check
    Respect that
    Any girl I met that
    Hit that
    Love the way I spit that
    I don't kit kat
    Push your wig back
    Get you shit snatched
    Get your ribs cracked
    Got a friend
    Have me kick that
    Get that
    Sit back
    School shit skip that
    Learn how to flip pack
    For the big stacks
    And the big act
    Now I got the big gats
    Click, clack, uhh
    Since day one been in a ditch
    Came with a snitch
    Now I'm in the pen in the mix
    Friends sending me flicks
    Girls sending me kicks
    Been in some shit
    Had to tap a chin with a fist
    When the ?
    Begin with a stich
    End in a kiss
    So yo so I blend in the mix
    Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
    8?on the dope ask Dominican Rich
    Winning and rich
    Eating on cinnamon grits
    Grinning and shit
    How a nigga spin in 6
    See they all see the 12
    But you see me in it
    TVs in it
    BBs kinted
    Ask who it is
    You see me tinted
    I did drive-bys
    Now I take you on top of a high rise
    See if you can sky dive
    I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
    How 'bout the Palladium
    Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
    Play people
    Jumped up and sprayed people
    I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal
    You not a threat
    You want it you got it bet
    I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet
    Nigga wait now I'm set
    I'll go another route
    Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
    After I done dug her out
    Needles to jug her out
    Pillows to smother out
    You don't give a fuck about
    Un would've ? about
    I'm through wit' it
    Your crew ain't even true wit' it
    I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it
    I know you pack like that
    But Cam why you act like that
    SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
    Pat pat pat
    Rat tat tat
    Put fear 'fore envy
    Nigga I'm not in fear of any
    I'll leave a nigga black and blue
    Like a pair of Pennys
    While me and Betha
    Throw fiestas
    By alma queta
    Chicqueta
    Monero
    Nieta
    Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
    See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta
    Or the black boots
    Jumpin out to act cool
    Cars never lease 'em
    Girls ? 'em
    My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
    Niggas tease 'em
    Bitches please 'em
    When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em
    All calls valid
    Never hard mallet
    Dallas
    Been up in you favorite star's stlyus
    Coward
    Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
    But you should thank Un though
    Coulda made you run though
    Been at your front door
    Gun hold for fun though

    [Guy] Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
    [Cam] Fuck that it's not a game
    [Guy] Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
    [Cam] Man fuck them niggas B
    [Guy] Yo, you know what you do
    [Cam] What?
    [Guy] Tell these niggas the real deal
    [Cam] Aight check it

    Aiyyo I'm ?
    Cook up the crack
    Everytime you look up a gat
    Got you shook up attack huh
    Look in the back, nah
    The guns I had put in the back
    I want the hook up in check
    On this work of the rap
    Now I'm not saying what I like
    Or what I dislike
    But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right
    See baby boy I carry guns
    You know the big type
    The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
    And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack
    But nowadays I'm the only
    You a running back
    You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack
    I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
    Or the cocaine plan
    Leave your whole brain dead
    Light this herb
    Don't mean to disturb
    Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
    And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
    No kids rapping or ostriches
    Just kidnapings and hostages
    So, y'all better obey
    We shoot pro way
    Mess with us no way
    Now go 'head go play

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