OP used a good one but some of y'all can't be real Cam'ron fans. Get Em Daddy remix? Really? That verse was aight but Cam has way better verses than that.
Yo, Yo,
Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math, loan sharks with cash
Running from the narks and task
Streets arts and craft, come on I start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nikka paid out, suede couch
I'm into hooded things, bytch butt be way out
These cats be Hefcliff, when I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie, Jerry from Tom
Heavy in arms, In front of bam bam
Hanna Barbara lover, collar big
Cotton Candy blue gators polishment
Y'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgment
We pour it on 'em
Meet a snitch throw water off on em
Any repercussions make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain't hear me on clue I said I see double
Guns double tecks, Hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money but I double check
Bubble Lex
Ain't too much more I care about
Liquor store and the Bronx old warehouse
Clear it out
L's with my liquor
Sounds sew a helluva whisper
Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her
Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener
Business sale a few differ, nikka pelican slippers
Mommy is senseless
Get my Moola I'm conscientious
Tell Medi she buy me benzes
Pour favor
Harlem mamma poor
We fell off but back on nikka time to ball
Hung 45th and Lennox
3 piece suit bean pies the Final Call
Gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y'all
We 8 digits you play frigate
Killa don't cook he blaze biscuits
Around us straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen
Y'all keep dozing
The wolf in sheeps clothes and
Streets buzzing V dozen
bytches calling me husband
Saying we fukk when we wasn't
Lying on her coochie, I'm dyin for a hoochie
With an iron for a boobie
Casino style diamonds in the doopey
But Killa keep running to the timing of a groupie
But need work, plate of a kind
If ya dope ain't 8 or a 9
You wasting my time
You racing for shine
Only way you be around motherfukking paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Cars swoop buck fifty
Gun shoot buck fifty
Bear backs, buck fifty
Air Max buck fifty
Only New York nikka to fukk with me
On her period blood sticky
Same night flood missy
Play Toronto like Doug Christy
fukk Cristi', Louie the 13
Slugs with me, gimme head
Yo Quero kin chi blunt to my head
But my day is Friday
Toast for my bread
nikkas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the head
this what I came to post, that verse is just gritty as fukk to me
