Shanghai Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'ron

Shut the fuck up punk! 

Give me that shit! 

You feel sorry for who!! 

Gave you head before i stormed in 

Muthafucka any problem yo i want in 

I'm here to win 

Every mornin 

I'm yawnin 

While ya'll are boardin 

The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in 

Meat rice and poultry 

We all know how you get your money 

Don't insult me 

Shutup 

For me not steppin 

You can fault me 

Yeah, i chill 

But we are about to split this muthafucka 

Like sugarhill 

See your man 

He thinks he's wise 

Tell him chill 

He ain't the only one with chinky eyes 

Yo, i'm related to him 

And i'll put eight through him 

When i skate though him 

And my co-d 

I don't think you know is take to him 

And before it's over 

I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma 

And yo, your wife keeps twitchin 

Than we both can bone her 

Real quick, real sick 

Pull out dick 

Then nigga go on and riff 

I'll have this whole fuckin clip 

On some raw dog shit 

Close that gate 

It's time to negotiate 

Now your store really could fulfill my needs 

Got now and later seeds 

Niggas need dungarees 

We in the middle of harlem 

What we need for them ski's 

That's the coverup nigga 

For the weed, guns, and keys 

But ya'll is gettin live though 

I ain't gonna cry yo 

I just wanna get paid off, nigga 

Like five-0 

-2x's 

In america the product is coke and weed 

In china, the product is dope and speed 

The columbians got the coca leaves 

But in harlem, niggas like to plot and scheme 

Now your store grose 

A mil' a week 

And my niggas on the block 

Yo, we feel is sweet 

But we been livin here forever 

Can you feel our beat 

So give us half 

Or i guarantee baby 

You gonna feel the heat 

And i'm a little bit high 

Save a little and you die 

Send a blizzard through your store 

In the middle of july 

So if you wanna chat 

We can 

If you wanna scrap 

We can 

But i feel like jackie chan 

Exactly man 

Kong fu 

Murder thoughts like john woo 

I'm here for bi 

Not to con you 

Now it's a done deal yo 

There ain't no bluffin kid 

And tell your wife don't move 

I know where that button is 

Yo, i would hate to have to bust her 

That's petty black 

Matter of fact get out the way 

I know where that maschetti at 

Give me that 

Blamm!!! 

That's when the chink goes flip 

Then grabs me like spock 

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On some bruce lee shit 

And his wife had a grenade 

That's when my niggas sprayed 

And in a puddle of blood 

Is where that bitch laid 

But this ain't have to happen yo 

Man you see the weed for real 

Nigga let me go! 

Back up off me! 

Damn that was a close one 

Next time, your ass gonna play bruce son 

That's word to mutha! 

You don't know how deep we are 

Give them them tapes 

Ya'll got vcr's 

Yeah, three of 'em 

But back to the topic 

My deal to the floor 

In a week 

I can bring about 10 thou to the store 

Yeah, i know i know i know 

That's not near to what your crew had 

But we doin this together 

Nigga that's too bad 

Now here's the deal either take it or leave it 

Cause see these guns 

We can take it or squeeze it 

Now everything is set up 

Right? 

I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight 

You know meya, the nigga wit china white 

They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight 

They kind of tight 

Now if i here things behind the hype 

I'll put a contract on your life 

And you sign it right 

The first day 

So have my money thursday 

Cause i don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day 

In the worst way 

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