That’s Me – Cam’Ron – letras

feat. DJ Clue(Cam’Ron)I’m not going to watch this go on any longerYou put my food in the darkand expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shitFuck I look likeI’m not going to watch this go on any longerWHOOOOOOOOOOOO(Clue)we going to set this off(Cam)I’m on ya’llHarlem, who else is going to hold us downBloodshed niggaslets get it right this timeunderstandKillerYo, I don’t understand how these cats sip daqueri’sLike it’s all good down at the hit factoryBe on 54th, whole clique backing meall that click clackery takes your wrist wrapperyI ain’t no rapper, b, I skeet ooziesAnd I can’t act, turned down 3 moviesSo gimme your chain, your jewels and your cashAnd your fast food, I’ll eat your food fastMy rude ass, carries 3 weaponsAnd I’ll give your face a c-section and keep steppingWho else in a hurry to mirkWe kill girls, rape em’, bury their skirtsimagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!)I’d rather run the streets 7:30 with workBut met this knucklehead, thought he want a orderCame and asked me stop pitching to his daughterTell me it’s the man, can’t beBe glad I’m not in her damn pantiesGot her damn handyHow you going to ever ask stop carrying candyI’m going to sell to anybody in your damn familyYour Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your GrandmammyYour right hand man Randy, understand mein Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching landDesert CalasandiChorus:You know the one with the whips, THATS METhe one with the chips and the chips, THATS METhe one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at meGet at me, nigga, THATS METhe one that be running and dodging, YOUThe one that be sucking mad dick, YOUThe one that’s scared of some yay yo,always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch(Cam)I could show you some iceThrow you a biteYou not that good dog, who told you you’re niceAy, yo your crew, switch sidersWhen I come through, hey CamDick ridersBut I only mess with Navigators 5286 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liverCome through, stick your suppliersMack so many hoes, dick in silivaGash her up, ma, put it on you mouthThen I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils outAnd I don’t got beef, I don’t play those gamesIf I did though believe me I would say y’all namesGo to your house, red dot scope your cribSmack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wizMy crew split it was my mistakeBut to my nigga Duke we all make mistakesI’m going to get shit right if I spend my cakeJimmy, I’m a get you up out of 5hThis is for my niggas that load the pipeSaying I’m the best just not promoted rightYou know my lifeDrink, smoke, roll some diceControl the hiestKnow I’m a patrol your schiestWe all get schiestMa, keep all your riceWedding ring, HELL NOI like all my iceNiggas tried to make Killa Cam all politeTurn on the set now bitch I’m like poltergiestYou the type talk about everything you got nowI interupt you like « Not now you hot owl »My rings like a dog, all rock wildWhen I flash it, everybody shocked « wow! »I see y’all concerned about meyou don’t got to go to school to learn about meChorus:Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS METhe one with the yay for 23, THATS METhe one with the ice, sliced, coke half price,yoke that’s nice, THATS METhe one that’s scared of a scuffle, YOUThe one that say « Baby girl, I love you, » YOUThe one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven,you all about nothing, YOU Biatch(Cam)Told you I got us this time around niggasFeeling me some, HUHHarlem, I got us niggaSantana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim JonesFeshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck overIt’s fuck us so fuck y’allKilla bitchKilla bitchKilla bitchKilla bitchKilla bitch(Clue)