Cam'Ron lyrics

Cam'Ron lyrics

"I'm Nice Lyrics"

Angels in Waiting Lyrics
We camped out on the living room floor In our old sleeping bags, by a make-believe fire. In a tent made of covers, we talked for hours My two brother and me. Keeping the faith; racing with destiny. They were angels in waiting. Waiting for wings to fly from this world, Away from their pain Treasuring time, til time came to leave, Leaving behind sweet memories. Angels in waiting; angels in waiting for


Cam'ron]
Yo turn me up some b!
I'm about to lace ya'll
Check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo!
See the drug game was always the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
In the transport jumpin inside the Jansport
An unruly game
We ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Juli came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga
A fight crimer jerk
Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A little indo
That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where It's nice
Show her the ice and might giv
I Shall Return Lyrics
Featuring KRS One] Yo yo you know whassup! Turn this up right now Ha hah! Hah! Like that y'all you don't stop! It's the Digital it's the KRS One with the Digital! Yo you know whassup with that We bout to set it on you Ha hah Ha Hah HA HAH! Follow me the massive follow me the massive Follow me the crew follow me crew KRS One BDP comin through Money B
e her a fake fur
Cause girls I control them classy
Old and sassy
Old and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me
But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy
Just a while ago I was rollin badly
We was on the low wit Aggie
But now what have we
A rolls and lavish lifestyles
My girl yo she slices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga
Executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
Until she sprayed out and layed out
Ineffections of blood
A little thick chick that will hit quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what else that puzzles me?
I find this shit a riddle
How come when you got a lot?
People say you got a little
Like they say you act a little funny
Cause y
Breakin Down Lyrics
Let us burn one from end to end and pass it over to me my friend burn it long, we'll burn it slow to light me up before I go if you don't like my fire then don't come around cause I'm gonna burn one down yes I'm gonna burn one down my choice is what I choose to do and if I'm causing no harm it shouldn't bother you your choice is who you choose to bo and if you're causin' no harm then you'
ou got a litte money
And you did a little song and
Made a little money
Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a little star
Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car
I prove they all are liars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point like Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh nigga
That drink hard liquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Platinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves the hooligans
Now we eat at houlihans's
Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them niggas Who the Man
Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran
You know that I'm a skitzo
Who liste
Corndog Lyrics
i was all alone on a saturday night and the funny thing is, we didn't even have a fight i stayed up all night cryin' and i slept all day, and missed the game inside i think i'm dyin' i just can't figure out how she slipped away i was out all night monday in dallas and the strangest thing is, i can't remember a thing i was drunk and drinkin' and i woke up in my best friend's car my friends say i've g
ns to calypso
But I'm quick though
And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens niggas where I get dough bimbo
Now I beat up clicks
Eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work
I got to re-up quick
Everybody sells pies
Drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise
And no bitch I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas
You win nada
Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want uncle Un to pull the gats down
You scrap hounds
I heard you niggas back down
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time
To say nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot