[Cam'ron]
  Shut the fuck up punk!
  Give me that shit!
  You feel sorry for who!!
    Gave you head before I stormed in
  Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in
  I'm here to win
  Every mornin
  I'm yawnin
  While ya'll are boardin
  The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
  Meat, rice, and poultry
  We all know how you get your money
  Don't insult me
  Shutup
  For me not steppin
  You can fault me
  Yeah, I chill
  But we are about to split this muthafucka
  Like SugarHill
  See your man
  He thinks he's wise
  Tell him chill
  He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
  Yo, I'm related to him
  And I'll put eight through him
  When I skate though him
  And my co-d
  I don't think you know is take to him
  And before it's over
  I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma
  And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
  Than we both can bone her
  Real quick, real sick
  Pull out dick
  Then nigga go on and riff
  I'll have this whole fuckin clip
  On some raw dog shit
  Close that gate
  It's time to negotiate
  Now your store really could fulfill my needs
  Got now and later seeds
  Niggas need dungarees
  We in the middle of Harlem
  What we need for them ski's
  That's the coverup nigga
  For the weed, guns, and keys
  But ya'll is gettin live though
  I ain't gonna cry yo
  I just wanna get paid off, nigga
  Like five-0
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  In America the product is coke and weed
  In China, the product is dope and speed
  The Columbians got the coca leaves
  But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme
    [Cam'ron]
  Now your store grose
  A mil' a week
  And my niggas on the block
  Yo, we feel is sweet
  But we been livin here forever
  Can you feel our beat
  So give us half
  Or I guarantee baby
  You gonna feel the heat
  And I'm a little bit high
  Save a little and you die
  Send a blizzard through your store
  In the middle of July
  So if you wanna chat
  We can
  If you wanna scrap
  We can
  But I feel like Jackie Chan
  Exactly man
  Kong Fu
  Murder thoughts like John Woo
  I'm here for Bi
  Not to con you
  Now it's a done deal yo
  There ain't no bluffin kid
  And tell your wife don't move
  I know where that button is
  Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
  That's petty black
  Matter of fact get out the way
  I know where that maschetti at
  Give me that
  Blamm!!!
  That's when the chink goes flip
  Then grabs me like Spock
  On some Bruce Lee shit
  And his wife had a grenade
  That's when my niggas sprayed
  And in a puddle of blood
  Is where that bitch laid
  But this ain't have to happen yo
  Man you see the weed for real
  Nigga let me go!
  Back up off me!
  Damn that was a close one
  Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son
  That's Word to mutha!
  You don't know how deep we are
  Give them them tapes
  Ya'll got VCR's
  Yeah, three of 'em
  But back to the topic
  My deal to the floor
  In a week
  I can bring about 10 thou to the store
  Yeah, I know I know I know
  That's not near to what your crew had
  But we doin this together
  Nigga that's too bad
  Now here's the deal either take it or leave it
  Cause see these guns
  We can take it or squeeze it
  Now everything is set up
  Right?
  I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight
  You know meya, the nigga wit China white
  They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight
  They kind of tight
  Now if I here things behind the hype
  I'll put a contract on your life
  And you sign it right
  The first day
  So have my money Thursday
  Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
  In the worst way
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