Intro Lyrics by Cam'ron

Intro Lyrics

    ft. DJ Kay Slay

    [Cam'Ron]
    How y'all doin' out there?
    I wanna welcome y'all back
    Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
    We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us
    Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
    Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
    Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
    Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?

    [Kay Slay]
    You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

    [Cam'Ron]
    El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
    This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
    Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man

    [Kay Slay]
    Yo son

    [Cam'Ron]
    What's good?

    [Kay Slay]
    I gotta tell you like my dog told me
    When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

    [Cam'Ron]
    Slap her?

    [Kay Slay]
    Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

    [Cam'Ron]
    Off the bat?

    [Kay Slay]
    Off the bat, just backhand her

    [Cam'Ron]
    Why's that, though?

    [Kay Slay]
    'Cause later on down the line
    You ain't never gotsta to worry about
    That chick telling you --
    "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"

    [Cam'Ron]
    [Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga
    But see the thing is with me
    I don't understand how a bitch can go out
    Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
    And then go give another nigga her fucking money
    Knawmean?

    [Kay Slay]
    Nah Cam, you gotta understand
    That's cause ya game is tight

    [Cam'Ron]
    Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
    I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaI'mean?
    We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
    Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...

    [Verse]
    Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
    For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
    Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
    The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
    Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
    Y'all gonna see doomsday
    I'm a savage but colder
    Now I rock karrots that I'm older
    See this parrot on my shoulder?
    He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
    Act up, and be returned to the birds
    I return with them birds, any 28 grams
    A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
    I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
    Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn
    Using a dope then I'm gone back
    Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
    Cops come for dope it's a damper
    I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
    Rush the crib, go in the hampter
    Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
    If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
    That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
    I ain't finished, that's just the start
    You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
    Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
    All the achin' I felt
    In my crib at night, praying for wealth
    Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
    Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'

    [Kay Slay]
    Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
    Let's get down to business, Harlem

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