Get ’em Daddy – Cam’Ron – letras

[Cam’Ron]See the problem is I ain’t goin nowhereCan shoot at me, can stab at meTake your best shot (this is the remix)Suck a dick no homoDipSet, remix, let’s go![Hell Rell]My flow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)I got hell-a cain, mac in the melon rangeHop out and shells exchangeI wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a painWalk around like I got a broom in my pantsNa that’s a fuckin’ A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damnMan these cowards better stay in they laneAnd if they ain’t getting the picture, it ain’t in the frameVVS’s stay in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go)You must of wrote your will already if your sayin our namesHell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I’m a shooter shooterYou hung with the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooperHop skip and jumpin, block clickin and jumpinGlock clickin and dumpin, it’s the mighty[J.R. Writer]Listen I’m quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone niggazYa sight blown, Right-o, my white stones glitterLeft hand bling, the right one shiverStallion, medallion, a ice cold pictureThe white stone flipperThat white tone, nights home, getting’ rid of the weight like lipo misterThis psycho sickerThat ain’t crackin’ ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on ThrillerThis ain’t nothing to me, a scrapper at its bestNo rapper could impress, man I’m crack right out the jetsYou rappin indirectBut it’s lookin like a movie shootHow they sendin all these damn actors at the set[Jim Jones]It goes get ’em daddy (Goonies)Soul niggaz they sick and flabby, (they washed up)Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we ballin)Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me)Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of meThe cash the jewels and how we buy exquisite V’sDon’t get ya brains fried to a fricasseeMy vest and my heater, breath full of reeferAnd ya boy stay fly like he was dressin for EasterThe big Pachorte, Capo the heavyPackin 4-4 court case to drop on expresswayIts DipSet Byrdgang we fly highAnd chart the G-4 we get high in the sky[Cam’Ron]I’m Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob BacklundPaul Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackinYou dump and a dump, I slumped and I slumpThey mad my car’s like an elephant, the trunk in the frontSee ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clappedBut I ate those, them shits is Scooby SnacksI ain’t see stars, I’m a G paThrew the Lam’ in 6th, Drove to the E.R.Had to make it hotFeel like Pac I know it’s set upThem old niggaz know I’m bout to take they spotAin’t no A.B. – I.O.U.Y.B. That’ll get ’em up in I.C.U.Like I see you at the BP, shot ’em off G.P.Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.C-74 switched ’em over to P.C.Like Chuck D, we the ’06 P.E.Fuck me why, I’m in the ’06 G.T.All about them G’s B, we the B.G.Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. seeLike KRS-One, the great B.D.P.You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, flee(Get ’em Daddy) Got ’em mommy, you my Gotham BonnieCause I’m Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny(Get ’em Daddy) Honey smile, don’t act funny styleIn one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou’