War – Cam’Ron – letras

Yea this sound like a movie right hereWell fuck it, here go the soundtrack!Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET![Hell Rell]Now…If we was playing pro-ball, every game I’d be slamming on ’emStep on my competition, yeah Duke I’m standing on themI ran up on ’em, pussy ain’t have his hammer on himpulled the cannon on ’em, blammed it on ’em, ’til I jammed it on ’emI got some A-rab’s hitting me with cokeAnd when we on the phone we be speaking in some codesA camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brickTell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the stripYeah I know « Stafalla », but I’m tryna cop some carsRun up in the club that’s popping and cop the barAnd everything I hear is garbage to meYou know where I be faggot, bring the drama to meI’m Presidential nigga, Bush’ll pay homage to meI’m putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G….Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some gramsI’m poppin off by myself I don’t need no CamI don’t need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggazI don’t care if they small or some stocky niggazI just grace ’em then erase ’em, I forgot these niggaz….What they name again?….What they claim again?Yeah these faggots hated, cause I’m they rappers favoriteYou procrastinated so I got you assasinatedShoot ’em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey’sThought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey[Hook 2X: Cam’Ron]WE BLASTIN’ BIG TECS (TECS!)CASHIN’ BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)NIGGA’S TALKING RIGHT?….I AIN’T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)WE’LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)AND THE KIDS GO….. »LOOK DAD DIPSET! »[Cam’Ron]DIIIIPSET!If this was football, I’d be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)It’s the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)I don’t need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)What you dealing pops? How you feeling ‘ock? (how you feel?)My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)Not the crib that’s the car when I wheel or not (not a house)Plus a partition….bath, bar, kitchenYeah, pa’ shittin (shitting), they say y’all didn’t (YES WE DID!)Every car driven….yeah from hard living (hard living)Hang with Mariah, spent the night with VivicaEvery tabloid asking Cam « what you did with her »? (did with her?)Just friends dog, « word to eveerything »?YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy blingEat at Reyo’s….Fettucini, Spaghetti thingsCheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)Can’t be nice right? Can’t be arrogantI stab a bitch over ice, « Nancy Kerrigan »Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster’s mobbingYou don’t like us right? We got ya momma boppin’ (true)She look like Amy Fisher, « don’t the Range be bigger »? (usually)That’s a baby mama car you can’t game me niggaMy Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a millEarrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill[Hook]