| Look at this dumb bitch, thinkin' she all that
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| Talk crazy, well I talk back
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| You need your jaw cracked, raw rap
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| She said, «You need yours slapped!»
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| I said, «MA, You can’t afford that!»
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| Brought the mace out and switchblade, what is this fifth grade?
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| Said, «Cam'ron, you bitch made!»
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| I don’t hit women, not at at all so
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| I called Candy up, she called Brandy up, she called Tammy up
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| Tam' called Tiffany, Tiff can’t stand the sweat
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| Tiff called Erica, Tanya and Janice up
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| Janice called Nika, even Havana up
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| They came twelve deep, three cars, bandana’d up
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| Seen her, beat her like a slave out in Africa
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| Standin' there lookin' like «Damn, I embarrassed ya!»
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| Blood in her mascara, now it’s a massacre
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| Had to stop 'em, they were gonna casket her
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| I don’t care, call ya boyfriend or ya brother up
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| Father or ya uncle or ya cousin we can knuckle up
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| Seatbelt? |
| No, but believe I’m buckled up
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| You will get muzzled up, for a couple bucks
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| Had to let her know my shit was unsinkable
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| Character who you are, reputation what they think of you
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| Everybody like, «Yo, Cam, let me drink with you!»
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| «Link with you!» |
| «Um, stink to you cuz I ain’t do the clink with you!»
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| Shit, and these bullets you can drink a few
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| I did links, minks, one wink, they’ll get at you
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| Don’t matter if you’re senator, principal,
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| New school, conventional, hood nigga, pretendable
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| Criminal, general, taking vitamins, minerals
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| All identical, we’ll lean you like benadryll
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| Spend a 'mil, make five and ten to kill
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| Any real, nigga wanna be, let me know ho I’m on his heels
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| Wet work, I water steel, I’m sorta real
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| Don’t come to my hood, it’s Slaughterville, you oughta chill
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| Bitch niggas is Betty Boo, so Betty Bye
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| The 4/4's the airport, I let it fly |