Leave Me Alone Pt2 Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'ron

Bitch, uh killa, uh dipset bitch 

The Union, uh huh, Harlem, killa 

I be like move, get out the way 

'Cuz I move bricks, get out the yay 

And it's two clips, I get out the play 

For a few chips, I get out an' spray 

It's more than shrimps, it's whores and pimps 

The difference in our crimes, your's attempts 

Attempt burglary, attempt theft, you just begun 

I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy murder one 

Electric chair, I don't deserve the fun 

But I get the dough, shit, I might splurger one 

Now I know a lotta styles, some see 

But listen, stop it child, it's a done D 

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I come to ya block, stop and style, one V 

Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee 

No rubber sold, hardwood bastard 

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic 

Killa, uh, uh, that shit you talk don't move me nadda 

The dudes with the Q's be proper 

Uzi pop your news and choppers 

It's truly lava, who knew we prosper 

The game's a bitch, who we gotta 

The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah 

Santana, Zeek the koofie popper 

We the movie Shottas 

But it's really rude boys and rosters 

With a trailer load of girls, excuse me Shabba 

I wish my homie could watch me 

Live happy days like Tony and Chachi 

Photos 

I stay lonely and cocky 

Dice rollin' and rollin' 'em 

Cars, the repo are towin' 'em 

Acts black, we totally total 'em 

Even blood, he totally totaled it 

Plus his life, he totally totaled it 

But any girl I get, I totally open 'em 

Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em 

Killa, talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, woah 

Fuck with us? No, no, no 

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust 

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust 

He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, woah 

Fuck with us? No, no, no 

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust 

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust 

Yo, uh, leave me alone 

Let me just live my life, killa 

I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies 

But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael Kiplenski 

I style on New York, pile up my fork 

Dips, consulted by the son of Malachi York 

Doggie, 'cuz I push weight, plus I push tapes 

God damn, I'm starvin' and I just ate 

I wouldn't say I'm meano with Tha Carter 

I'm more like the plant in Little Shop Of Horrors 

But I don't say, "Feed Me Seymour" 

I say, "Feed me dame, feed me Leeyor" 

Epic, they used to feed me detours 

Roc-A-Fella, they feed me C-4 

The way I blow up, the VS just soars 

You GS3? I'm GS4 

You in a Lexus, I'm Gulf Stream four 

Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream tour 

You want beef? We'll start a Gulf Stream war 

Lay ya ass down on God's green floor 

We playin' golf in the Gulf of New Mexico 

Tha cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho 

My gas game you gotta respect it thoough 

I swear to god you think I'm workin' for 'Texaco' 

And ya section know when any day Techs could blow 

Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe 

Killa, uh, dipset bitch 

Talkin' tough? Yo, smokin' dust, whoa 

Fuck with us? No, no, no 

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust 

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust 

He talkin' fly, yo, I wonder why, whoa 

Fuck with us? No, no, no 

Get ya head bust, get ya head bust 

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust