Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics by Cam'ron

Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics

    [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

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