What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day

Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
'Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the wa

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..

[KRS One]
We hit em and get em we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I'm wing clippin them lip
cause I'm cold sick of t

{Jermaine Dupri}
Ayyo a Pimps a Pimp
Flow is flow
Doe is do
ho's a ho
Chic's a chic
Trick's a trick
Bitch a bitch across the world
So, nigga, getcha money and attend to your girl

{Cam'ron}
Now when it comes to these hoes i did'em i got'em
rip'em and

(feat. Psycho Drama, Twista)

[Cam'ron]

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?

[Psycho Drama and Twista]

Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?

[Psycho Drama]

Yeah, I am more than compelled and ho

{chickens clucking in background}

All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck {repeats throughout song}
When I come through
All the chickens go cluck, cluck, cluck
When I drive through
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens go cluck, when I
All the chickens

[Cam'ron:]
That's what I definetely did
A man stand on his two feet
If you don't stand for something you fall for everything (true story)
AraabMuzik, Killa, let's go

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I keep the dezzy like Arnez, fetti, that's our biz
Jewels, made 'em pissy like Ma

Hey you don't stop, keep rocking to the beat cause we won't stop
Killer kicking off his feet cause we own top
We're the niggers in the street and we're gonna pop
And we gonna pop and you don't quit
Keep rocking to the beat on that old shit
Top ten's on my feet with that old f

[Verse 1: Tom Gist]
I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin'
Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw
No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
Notice on my door, them days lead to premisice
I can't be a straight dude
My girl said "There's something in the oven nigga, and it ain'

[Cam'ron] (Spoken)
Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking.
you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer

[JR Writer] (CHORUS)
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers
block bubblers, pushers, cookers pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, Flip that h

[Cam'ron:]
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie

[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-chin

[Women Talkin Bout PussyHole]

[Cam'ron:]
" I Wanna Give A Big Apology. To All The Females Out There
I Swear To God I Didn't Kno What I Was Doin When I Was Doin It.
But Now Tht I Kno What I Was Doin. I'm a Tell Ya'll I'm Sry U Kno."

[Chorus:]
Yo I hit the bottom of her

Cam: What up boy, boy?
Guy: Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
Cam: What's poppin' boy, boy?
Guy: A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
Cam: 'Sup Smitty?
Guy: This kid Smitty is acting a little si

(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh

[verse 1]
mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly
i'm on butter pirelli's
wit' purple and yellow, hello
thats butter and jelly
i flip butter on celly's
all right in front of the deli
holly, lilly,

[Woman: singing]
You tink all a bum bum
Yuh know dis to all Jamaicans
Yuh nuh live in Solomon fashion, ya know
Tell me seh one ting Nancy can't understand
A one ting Nancy can't understand
Wha make dem a talk 'bout me ambitions
So I make who dem a talk 'bout me ambiti

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Who be gettin' 'em movin' about 6 of 'em boothin'
Dominicana, Boricua, love the lips on the Cubans
Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin'
I be up in the Heights right in the mix of the fuedin'
I keep my toolo, cause I'm no foolo
Espano mas o menos bu

[Verse 1:]
Yo 1 question, where U know Me from?
On 40 Duce, got cought with that loaded gun,
Sereal scratched Cop Killa U know tha gun, only fear I had wouldn't know My Son. Would of told My Son, who tha hell could doubt Me, rather see Me in a cell then they tell U bout Me.

In

[Hook:]
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
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
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make

[Cam'ron:]
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie (Ruger)

[Hook: Cam'ron]
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching

Let's do the Eastside one time
Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver
Lakeview, 1990, Wagner, Taihino, Harlem

[Verse 1:]
I don't care if you a old head, or a young bud
I'm not a elevator, I'm no come-up

[Intro]
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C'mon. Lets Do It
Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Everywhere jeah, jeah
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Shorty's movin again jeah, shorty's loose wit the pen jeah
Short