Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Stan, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 10.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear Stan |
| Dear Stan, I gotta let this pen cross the line |
| You took too much ecstasy, I see you lost your mind |
| You forgotten where you’re really from, you’re really a bum |
| On top of that, you’re silly and dumb |
| But I was nice to you, a real brother instead |
| Hung out with you on mothers day, because your mother’s dead |
| I got stuff to yell about, to tell about |
| How I had to swell your mouth, diss me to get on? |
| Well, i’ll help you out |
| I don’t know if you’ll make it as a rapper, we all seen Belly |
| You’re a very good actor |
| But you wasn’t acting, that’s your real life, dunn dunn |
| You gonna get killed, and you was DMX' son son |
| But where’s your money? |
| You wanna start that bad? |
| You spent it all on Branson, a ho, and Harlem cabs? |
| Come on, eat at my house |
| No, Stanley. |
| not the floor, sleep on the couch |
| Your wife, you was eating her out |
| I fucked her |
| I don’t know why, she’s a deuce |
| Maybe Stanley’s mad, because I wouldn’t buy him a loosie |
| He had them blistering toes |
| Frostbitten nose |
| Waiting in the blistering cold |
| For a quarter, and I just said no… |
| But to diss me, you never had the right |
| Everyone in Harlem knows you’ve never had a fight |
| You’re not top dog, you’re not hard, you’re not god |
| You’re the type to get the work, fuck it up, come back, and say I got robbed |
| I took little orphan Stanley out the outreach, even let him go to the super |
| bowl in south beach |
| Take the car, Stan, whip the whip |
| What’d he do? |
| Get car jacked and pistol whipped |
| Fuck em |
| I ain’t gonna bother, Stan |
| Because I father’d Stan |
| Maybe I let him know now |
| I’m YOUR FATHER Stan |
| Call em tampax, pussy needs tampons |
| Remember how they used to call you little Stan’ron, fam’ron? |
| You’ll get slapped in your cheek |
| I stopped fucking with you |
| You couldn’t rap to the beat |
| Man, you couldn’t do an album cut |
| Rest in peace, you fucked my man Big L’s album up |
| Forgive him, L |
| It’s a pity tho, I mean, that verse was real shitty yo |
| Rocking on Jim Jones' jewels in the video? |
| Stanley Drayton, I think you need to think about it |
| You gonna get hit with clips, I hope you dream about it |
| And when you dream, I hope you can’t sleep, and you scream about it |
| And when you scream, you gonna yell that team Dips about it |
| See, Stan. |
| I’m getting tired of this pen |
| And even you diss, I’m not writing you again |
| Because you need some help, plus your shit is trash |
| You’re a young buck, why don’t you go and get some ass and relax a little? |
| See, Stan. |
| this is the end |
| And don’t come to 40th EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER again |
| Faggot |