| Yea this sound like a movie right here
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| Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
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| Bullets & Gunsmoke! |
| DIPSET!
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| Now…
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| If we was playing pro-ball, every game I’d be slamming on 'em
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| Step on my competition, yeah Duke I’m standing on them
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| I ran up on 'em, pussy ain’t have his hammer on him
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| Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
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| I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
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| And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
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| A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
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| Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
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| Yeah I know «Stafalla», but I’m tryna cop some cars
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| Run up in the club that’s popping and cop the bar
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| And everything I hear is garbage to me
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| You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
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| I’m Presidential nigga, Bush’ll pay homage to me
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| I’m putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G…
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| Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams
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| I’m poppin off by myself I don’t need no Cam
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| I don’t need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggas
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| I don’t care if they small or some stocky niggas
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| I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggas…
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| What they name again… What they claim again?
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| Yeah these faggots hated, cause I’m they rappers favorite
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| You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey’s
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| Thought he was a gorilla? |
| Nah, he a dead monkey
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| We blastin' big Tecs (Tecs)
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| Cashin big checks (ch-ching)
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| Niggas talking right? |
| I ain’t heard shit yet (nope)
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| We’ll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
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| And the kids go, «look Dad, Dipset»
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| DIIIIPSET!
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| If this was football, I’d be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
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| It’s the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
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| I don’t need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
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| No 40 or J. R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
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| What you dealing pops? |
| How you feeling 'ock? |
| (how you feel?)
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| My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)
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| Not the crib that’s the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
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| Plus a partition… bath, bar, kitchen
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| Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y’all didn’t (YES WE DID!)
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| Every car driven… yeah from hard living (hard living)
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| Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
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| Every tabloid asking Cam «what you did with her»? |
| (did with her?)
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| Just friends dog, «word to eveerything»?
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| YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
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| Eat at Rao’s…Fettucini, Spaghetti things
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| Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
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| Can’t be nice right? |
| Can’t be arrogant
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| I stab a bitch over ice, «Nancy Kerrigan»
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| Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster’s mobbing
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| You don’t like us right? |
| We got ya momma boppin' (true)
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| She look like Amy Fisher, «don't the Range be bigger»? |
| (usually)
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| That’s a baby mama car you can’t game me nigga
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| My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
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| Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Killa Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп