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| Cam'ron S.D.E. Let Me Know All my harlem niggas my bk niggas back uptown baby, lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical, but shit is gettin critical The way cats bitin is dispicable Pitiful, unoriginal, this shit is miserable I'm a businessman, I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle, thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the fuck we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You wanna cry? Let me know You wanna die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You wanna fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray And nigga might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your ass right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his jewels and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right [CHORUS] You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, bitch, and you yell Turn homo, kiss and you tell Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga? You know how we get niggas? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get niggas Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich niggas Big niggas, talk slick nigga Got shit to spit nigga [CHORUS x2] |
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