I.b.s. Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'ron

Lemme tell y'all a 'lil story about myself 

This right here is a true story, check it out though 

Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality 

Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy 

You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude 

Eatin' off papi food, used to be a stocky dude 

Weighed two twenty, wit two honies, I move monie 

It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy 

I become berserk, it was no fun to work 

Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my undershirt 

The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin' 

Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin' 

Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy, boom 

But came my urgency soon, the emergency room 

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In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage 

They said pimpin' symptoms, huh, a dope addicts 

There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin 

Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine 

My baby mama, mama and my grandma 

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys 

This is a true story 

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain 

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again 

Never mind stuntin', dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin' 

He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin' 

Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner 

My son growin' up, I'm lookin' like the movie thinner 

I'm thinkin' suicide, do or die, sit and cry 

What hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' high 

She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love 

If it ain't hustlin' ma, please don't relate me to drugs 

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I'm loosin' weight though, everyday pounds and muscles 

Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle 

Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know 

I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's 

You know my attitude, get it how I get it 

If I can shoot, I turn around, I'm off my pivot 

And oops, I thought I had it mapped 

Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend 

Dame mane I pained again 

My baby mama, mama and my grandma 

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys 

This is a true story 

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain 

Thought that it went away, uh, oh, here it come again 

Ay, yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin' 

Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota 

I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place 

For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace 

Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam 

Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram 

Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed 

The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS 

And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all 

Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all 

Get it, get it, get it, get it? 

My baby mama, mama and my grandma 

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys 

This is a true story 

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain 

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again 

My baby mama, mama and my grandma 

Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys 

This is a true story 

I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain 

Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again