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[Verse 1: Cam'ron] I might long mink it Or fly fox it Might floor seat it Or skybox it What's in my pocket? Don't worry I got it Araab hit em with a sky rocket You a love cuffer, me and my blood brothers? Cook the beef like Fuddruckers, duck sucker What I think of them? I ain't no judge, fucker What I deal with? Nothin' but drugs, brother Smack ya girl, kill ya pops, take ya mother Stab ya aunt, hit ya sis, duct tape ya brother First drawer is all suede, Jamaican colors Make em take cover Me? I teach laundering Coke, please bond with me Only time you meet girls on E-Harmony The block, I treat, like the Pharmacy From the back of Delanor to the Armory (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 2: Vado] Sliiiiiiiiiime! Yo, if these walls could speak, they'd tell me "Let's go! " Like Wall Street, Billy First, Meeko and Gecko SongtexteWas ambitious, determined I'm in Joe Pesch mode They put my name in the black book cause they petro Black retro's, yeah them 60 plus And black expo, necks broke just to look at us Ridiculous delivery, the boss type She fell in love with my kick game like paw spikes Half the shit, you spit plain, you part nice Half the brick is cooked cain, that's hard white Automar bright, all the haters respect it Feel like the governor in the Schwarzenegger collection I'm just fuckin' them, I don't care who she slept with Shorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic These rappers hot combs, your boy the next pick I don't straighten it out, get blown when the tech spit (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 3: Vado] Yo I was always a smart ass, pullin' BM's out of Park Ave Hand the rock to em off the ground like a bounce pass (Coke cash!) So was my heart when the pound blast You could fuck up some paper just make sure gutter mouth stash No OutKast, love me low in the Big Boi Border her ass, throw some D's on it like Rich Boy Benz high class, Crown Vic's be our 6-4 Shit is like Crenshaw, way to be Blood and Crip calls [Verse 4: Cam'ron] He ain't lying get thrown from the 6th floor Blown from the 4-5 my dick in ya bitch jaw All them diamonds that's what my wrist for Any problems? That's what the clique for Fuck a big tour, I sail on the sick shore Girls are like lotto, Doggy I pick 4 Word, Homie They phony Macy's, Neiman's, Bloomy's they know me (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) Aus Songtexte Mania