(feat. Freekey Zekey & JR Writer) [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Rude and Cuban, Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin' I be up in the Heights right in the mix
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while And I mean-mug cause you don't deserve my smile so Been into plenty drama Flame it like Benihana's [Verse 1
arms, in jail we roasted The bail was there, bail got posted Like, in Boston at 1 point boo The bail it was 1 point 2 Get the money nigga [Hook:] A
[Verse 1:] G.O.D! Yo, see all of us got goals (like what?) Mines are different duckin pot holes Not to mention glock holes (true) You can not dose,
a few of ours in through-in cars Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards Kid roll, Peter Rowe like Kennedy Friends with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
m not what they lookin' for and shit man (Today was a bad day) Lil' cousin hit me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, she 15 man (Today was a bad day) [Verse 3: Cam'ron
[VERSE 1:] Uh, Yo Her shoes, straight was hooker. Don't play, I'll cook ya. What's shakin' suga, I'm gettin' cake. Fetti, cheedi, bacon, moolah. She
chuck and flav (Why) I'm P.E. number 1 (number 1) Did the s 1 w, proffesor Griff Let it slide, nope I'm at home (never) plate with the catcher's mitt There go Cam
rant a year Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right there? I looked at her and nodded like, you damn right there Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and here I love the public
[Cam'ron: talkin] See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me nigga U better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga My new name is mother
grind You not fuckin fit for the grind You not fuckin fit for the grind You not fuckin fit for the grind [Verse 2: Cam'ron*] Yo, won't hear a sound
I know at times I ruffle your feathers Burned the pink mink, yea a couple of leathers (I hate that) Night to day, day to night, we hustle together (hustle together) Cops came, you said cam
