Intro Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'ron

How y'all doin' out there? 

I wanna welcome y'all back 

Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa 

We did it again, y'all fuck wit us 

Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? 

Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? 

Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house 

Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? 

You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio 

El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay 

This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin' phone right now 

Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man 

Yo son 

What's good? 

I gotta tell you like my dog told me 

When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her 

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Slap her? 

Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her 

Off the bat? 

Off the bat, just backhand 

Why's that, though? 

'Cause later on down the line 

You ain't never gotsta to worry about 

That chick telling you 

"Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" 

That's what I'm sayin' nigga 

But see the thing is with me 

I don't understand how a bitch could go out 

Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever 

And then go give another nigga her fucking money 

Knaw I mean? 

Nah cam, you gotta understand 

That's cause ya game is tight 

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Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga 

I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean? 

We getting ready set this shit the fuck off 

Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem 

Yo, yo, I advise you to step son 

For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son 

Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause 

The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say 

Y'all fuck around with brother Numsay 

Y'all gonna see doomsday 

I'm a savage but colder 

Now I rock karrots that I'm older 

See this parrot on my shoulder? 

He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words 

Act up and be returned to the birds 

I return with them birds, any 28 grams 

A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds 

I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms 

Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn 

Using a dope then I'm gone back 

Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas 

Cops come for dope, it's a damper 

I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana 

Rush the crib, go in the hampter 

Don't follow me, Stana 

If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer 

That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart 

I ain't finished, that's just the start 

You'll be calling for back up, praying for help 

Fuck my life, I'm taking myself 

All the achin' I felt 

In my crib at night, praying for wealth 

Bitches dissin', "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'" 

Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' 

Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man 

Let's get down to business, harlem 

Okay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga