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Losing Weight Part 2
Cam'Ron•Audio Oficial (YouTube API) Letras
[Intro: Sheek Louch & (Nas)
You know what's poppin, I'm not fuckin with you man
You ain't have my money now, my connect not fuckin with me
Get the fuck outta here
(Nah nah, yo B, word to, word to blood yo we)
(We got it poppin right now, me, Left and Gator man)
(We just got papi for a brick and a half B)
(I got everything I owe you and another half for you)
(Right now in the car, that's word B)
Right now? (Right now B)
Good, good, good, good, good
You got your fuckin head on your fuckin shoulders now B
(Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talkin 'bout nigga)
Let me think, let me think, now I can go back to fuckin North
(What you wanna do man?)
I'm going back to North Carolina, down in Greensboro
Take care, where I take care with The and Bum and them niggas
Jimmy and Zeek is right now in Massachusetts
I'mma call them (Okay)
I'mma give you directions, take the Benz
If you get lost, push the OnStar, knahmsayin?
The directions get you straight there, yaknahmean?
(Okay, let's do it)
Be careful, put that shit away man, knahmean?
Be careful, I love you aight? You good
Call me on the cell if you got a problem, yeah yeah
Ayo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways, moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray
Baby due today, I gotta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny, y'all niggas screwing me
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gon' hear a nigga momma die, yell out, "Homicide!"
Eighteen months? Please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
Six months, right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Me and my peeps, often meet
And Five-O, they work for us, walk the beat
Walk with heat 'cause talk is cheap
So dun stay silent, revolvers, automatics
Guns stay silent, when it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from "Violence"
Killa, Digital 10, shit get critical, friend
I got eight hundred invisible men
That mean it could be the bank man
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
I'll rat poison your relish right in the center, babe
Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade
And y'all dead now, that you can bet now
Do like a toaster, put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns
Blow TEC rounds in a collision, I see they ambition
But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching
Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams, it was ninety I fried
Three-fifty on the stove and it's ninety outside
I'mma get this girl that be stuffing my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cutting her wrists
Her mom died, heron overdose stuffed in her wrist
Father fucking her, older man fucking her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
'Cause when she needed help, I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, yeah, I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his dick
"You know Cam?" He said, "Yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed him with six, amazing and shit
We back on these highways, we moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Yeah, I think I'mma cop me that new estate
Baby due today, I gotta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny, y'all niggas screwing me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me, until the shots get me
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it comes to spitting that fire
It's real, dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets, homie, in the midst of the fire
Break work, put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the fifth and just fire
Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires
Hitting your doors while your car spinning, hitting the wall
That's just the beginning of war
I'll let you know you dealing with dogs, my villains'll finish you off
Head in your chest, brain
Dead on the Van Wyck expressway while I got my hand in the TEC, wave
Niggas like, "Fuck, is he stupid?" Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it
Rush me, do it, shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers
Look at my body, I lost so much weight
Cops raided my spot, I done lost so much weight
I'm telling papi, "Front me a brick, let me owe that cake"
He telling me he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm like, "At least give me a half
I'll compress it and stretch it to one"
I'm on the block as usual
With that block that you chop into rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules to use
'Case we get boxed by them dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed, and glued
Or shots from the Ruger duke'll circle '
Round your body like hula-hoops
Mommy told me, "Son, hold your own
And one day you gon' grow to be a rolling stone," I believed her
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me
I'm back on these highways, moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray
Baby due today, I gotta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny, y'all niggas screwing me
Killa never let the drama slide
Y'all gon' hear a nigga momma die, yell out, "Homicide!"
We back on these highways, we moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Yeah, I think I'mma cop me that new estate
Baby due today, I gotta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny, y'all niggas screwing me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block 'til the shots hit me, until the shots get me