Why They Lyrics - Cam'ron

See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me nigga 

U better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga 

My new name is mother fuckin velcro the way niggaz stick to me no homo 

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely dame and big 

Shots to like wayne and big 

No need explain yah dig 

Somone come claim this kid 

He a fraud, the city morg, gone claim his wig 

Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem 

Were we scramble crack, beef come handle that 

Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs 

Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do jack 

Place a order well cancel that jaffe set it 

Any problems baby, come to harlem baby 

We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes 

Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop 

Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute 

I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup 

Look the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches 

In my nostril pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes 

We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah clothes 

Lived in 56 and 46 live my crows 

My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs rose 

Uncle came down gat explode, that case disclose 

Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros 

They compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked hoes 

They wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy 

Cause I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy! 

Ahoy from over seas they ship the toys 

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Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh 

See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the pump 

I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck 

Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em down 

Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and drunk 

I keep loaded guns, for every five bricks 

My connect throw me one, you don't know me son 

Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin 

And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood diamond 

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I hug the block, it hug me back 

Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my watch 

Now look at my watch love my timin 

Name stop, drop it, dog you not poppin 

When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop coppin 

Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked 

Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin 

When I stop his heart with some head shots 

Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock 

Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is green 

And the suits is black, and the roses red 

That's the kiss of death baby boy go to bed 

And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead 

I start wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite, 

You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the right 

Pull the gat out two shots, peace goodnight 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man 

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh