Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'ron

Ayyo, fuck losing weight 

I'm back on these highways moving cakes 

Life's based upon what I'ma do today 

Cop a car, new estate 

Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey 

Baby do the date 

I got ta move an eighth 

Fuck the scrutiny 

Y'all niggas screwin me 

Killa never let the drama slide 

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die 

Yell out homicide 

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18 Months please, that ain't facing time 

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time 

I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway 

6 Months right back on the damn block anyway 

But look, money from across the street 

Think its sweet, think you get money across the street 

Me and my peeps often meet 

At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef 

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap 

So dunn stay silent 

Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent 

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent 

Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice 

Digital ten, shit get critical friend 

I got 800 invisible men 

That mean it could be the bankman 

Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam 

Lady at the front stand 

Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe 

Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade 

And y'all dead now 

That you can bet now 

Do like a toaster put your bread down 

Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds 

In a collision, I see their ambition 

But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison 

Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen 

When it came to grams it was 90 I fried 

350 On the stove and its 90 outside 

I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks 

Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists 

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist 

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis 

But love my music, say I do nothing but hits 

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits 

Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed 

Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix 

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss 

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick 

You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips" 

Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit 

Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga 

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Fuck losing weight 

We back on these highways moving cakes 

Life's based upon what I'ma do today 

I think my moms moving away 

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate 

Baby do the date 

I got to move an eighth 

Fuck the scrutiny 

Y'all niggas screwin me 

Juelz never let the cops get me 

On the block til the shots hit me 

Until the shots get me 

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin 

That fire 

Its real dog, I live in the fire 

Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the 

Fire 

Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire 

Quick to grab the 5th and just fire 

Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire 

Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall 

That's just the beginning of war 

I let you know you dealing with dogs 

My villians will finish you off 

Head in your chest brain 

Dead on the van on the express way 

While I got my hand in the Tech wave 

Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?" 

Cops wanna cuff me, do it 

You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it 

Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises 

Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper 

Look at my body, I lost so much weight 

Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight 

I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake 

He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight 

He been waiting for his connection to come 

I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll confess and 

Stretch it to one" 

I'm on the block as usual 

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual 

Watching for the cops that's moving through 

Me and my soldiers know the rules 

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue 

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued 

Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body 

Like hoola-hoops 

Mami told me son, hold your own 

And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone 

And I believed her 

Juelz never let the cops get me 

On the block til the shots hit me 

Ayyo, fuck losing weight 

I'm back on these highways moving cakes 

Life's based upon what I'ma do today 

Cop a car, new estate 

Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey 

Baby do the date 

I got ta move an eighth 

Fuck the scrutiny 

Y'all niggas screwin me 

Killa never let the drama slide 

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die 

Yell out homicide 

Fuck losing weight 

We back on these highways moving cakes 

Life's based upon what I'ma do today 

I think my moms moving away 

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate 

Baby do the date 

I got to move an eighth 

Fuck the scrutiny 

Y'all niggas screwin me 

Juelz never let the cops get me 

On the block til the shots hit me 

Until the shots get me