[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C'mon. Lets Do It
Can I get a chea!, chea!, chea!, chea!
Everywhere chea!, chea!
Up, down, left, right, chea!, chea!, chea!, chea!
Shorty's movin again chea!, shorty's loose wit the pen chea!
Shorty do wit the wind chea!, chea!, chea!, chea!
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (chea!)
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (chea!)
What, (chea!) S**t, (chea!) F**k, (chea!) B****, (chea!)
You so crazy. (chea! chea! chea! chea!!)
My n****z spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)
Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO!)
Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)
Cook it to a bigga rock (ey ey oh oh)
And I be wit dem gangstaz (chea!), I creep wit the gangstaz (chea!)
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
I stay wit a lady (chea!), she stay wit a lady (chea!)
They makin me crazy. (chea! chea! chea! chea!!)
I spray em wit babies (chea!), in they face till they hate me (chea!)
And I'm makin em crazy. (chea! chea! chea! chea!!)
And they like when I do it (chea!), they like when I move it (chea!)
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda. chea!!
[Hook]
I'm movin movin movin chea!! He's movin movin movin ey!
We movin movin movin chea!! Stop movin ey! Shot bruise em chea!!
Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. chea!... chea!! It's my year so
chea!! It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here, like Kurt Cobain's was here
chea! chea! chea! chea!!
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Still listen to gangsta music (ey) how dem gangstaz do it (ey)
Shorty came to do it (ey ey ey ey)
I bang wit the five (ey) I see hate in ya eyes (ey)
You waitin to die (ey ey ey ey)
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
You can love it (chea! ey) you can hate it (chea! ey)
You can want it (chea! ey ey ey ey)
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin again (ey)
I'm a better child, yous a pedophile (ey ey ey ey)
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP's deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.'s we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
Real shocked ya, f**k ya foreigners stay
I'm movin movin movin (chea!)
Y'all losin losin losin (ey)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
I'm on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
Lil d*** you a d***head, naw d****
I chill though, pippin in the Range
All this icin I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)
Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)
Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)
Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)
Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Purple in the air (who) green in his pocket
I aint dissin you dog, I'm dismissin you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin you, (kissin sound) theres a kiss for you
[Hook]
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