357 Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'ron

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 way I spit that 

I don't kit kat 

Push your wig back 

Get you shit snatched 

Get your ribs cracked 

Got a friend 

Have me kick that 

Get that 

Sit back 

School shit skip that 

Learn how to flip pack 

For the big stacks 

And the big act 

Now I got the big gats 

Click, clack, uhh 

Since day one been in a ditch 

Came with a snitch 

Now I'm in the pen in the mix 

Friends sending me flicks 

Girls sending me kicks 

Been in some shit 

Had to tap a chin with a fist 

When the? 

Begin with a stich 

End in a kiss 

So yo so I blend in the mix 

Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 

8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich 

Winning and rich 

Eating on cinnamon grits 

Grinning and shit 

How a nigga spin in 6 

See they all see the 12 

But you see me in it 

TVs in it 

BBs kinted 

Ask who it is 

You see me tinted 

I did drive-bys 

Now I take you on top of a high rise 

See if you can sky dive 

I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium 

How 'bout the Palladium 

Fuck it Yankees Stadium uhh 

Play people, jumped up and sprayed people 

I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle 

You not a threat 

You want it you got it bet 

I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet 

Nigga wait now I'm set 

I'll go another route 

Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out 

After I done dug her out 

Needles to drug her out 

Pillows to smother out 

You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about 

I'm through wit' it 

Your crew ain't even true wit' it 

I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it 

I know you pack like that 

But Cam why you act like that 

SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack 

Pat pat pat 

Rat tat tat 

Put fear 'fore envy 

Nigga I'm not in fear of any 

I'll leave a nigga black and blue 

Like a pair of Pennys 

While me and Betha 

Throw fiestas 

By alma queta 

Chicqueta 

Monero 

Nieta 

Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar 

See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta 

Or the black boots 

Jumpin out to act cool 

Cars never lease 'em 

Girls? 'em 

My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome 

Niggas tease 'em 

Bitches please 'em 

When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em 

All calls valid 

Never hard mallet 

Dallas 

Been up in you favorite star's stlyus 

Coward 

Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert 

But you should thank Un though 

Coulda made you run though 

Been at your front door 

Gun hold for fun though 

Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you 

Cam- Fuck that it's not a game 

Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that 

Cam- Man fuck them niggas B 

Guy- Yo, you know what you do 

Cam- What? 

Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal 

Cam- Aight check it 

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Aiyyo I'm?, cook up the crack 

Everytime you look up a gat 

Got you shook up attack huh 

Look in the back, nah 

The guns I had put in the back 

I want the hook up in check 

On this work of the rap 

Now I'm not saying what I like 

Or what I dislike 

But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right 

See baby boy I carry guns, you know the big type 

The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life 

And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack 

But nowadays I'm a owner and you're a runningback 

You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack 

I get pure white coke from Columbian cats 

Or the cocaine plan 

Leave your whole brain dead 

Light this herb 

Don't mean to disturb 

Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird 

And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh 

No kids rapping or ostriches 

Just kidnapings and hostages 

So, y'all better obey 

We shoot pro way 

Mess with us no way 

Now go 'head go play 

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