You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators Why you ain't got no Black Editors? Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone They sendin me a writer that
off your back, got a problem with that? Fellas get me, sip Crist', count fifties Split Phillies, girly girls they bet are you a Willie? It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a
Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear Now the bird swingin off the thermo Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch
you, a muslim drinking brew Your nigga ain't no mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you, you ain't say shit to atl Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff
40 Thevz That's right E'ry time, motherfucka In that ass Like Bugsy Yeah De massive Uh, huh We don't stop My nigga Kam We don't quit Goddamn Fuck a
mood ready to mash up them chains sekou before i blow this verse let's explain the name first ambassador cause fame ain't a game no more i be the senior
on Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four
You'll print about black mayors, black senators Why you ain't got no black editors? Everytime I do an interview in rolling stone They sendin me a writer that
Gave you a corner, some bitches, and called you that nigga And then he pimped ya You're mind is a waste, so now you got a taste The chastise bitch ya
Whether its Uptown, Downtown you pick the scene you gots to get your own scheme We ain't splitin this cream [Killa Kam] Yo! Imma run hestrically, till
a dump em man in a dumpster can U ain't a soldier just ask uncle Sam Hair nappy like kam Nigga fuck ya plan fuck ya man u ain't a pimp if u get a sane
nah we on lennox ave you mad go get ya dad you fag you fifth a drag and that nina a bump Or if a need i confront you fucker (Chorus 4x) If theres a need
Kam back Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me Four-fifty
feet hit the track ain't no lookin' back I'm on a mission trying to put my fucking click on a mac But these niggas don't know the half Runnin with
Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga (Verse 3 - Kam) Kam got get-back So get up off my dick, rat Nigga, that shit
style that I can stare through (right through) Produce a track on you, I don't care to (I won't do it) But I'm sympathetic to your needin' 'Cause it ain't