Lyric Intro

ft. DJ Kay Slay

[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 don t 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?

[Kay Slay]
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO

[Cam Ron]
El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck hold up, hol , yo man

[Kay Slay]
Yo son

[Cam Ron]
What s good?

[Kay Slay]
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her

[Cam Ron]
Slap her?

[Kay Slay]
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her

[Cam Ron]
Off the bat?

[Kay Slay]
Off the bat, just backhand her

[Cam Ron]
Why s that, though?

[Kay Slay]
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"

[Cam Ron]
[Laughing] That s what I m sayin nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don t understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?

[Kay Slay]
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That s cause ya game is tight

[Cam Ron]
Oh, nah, not me Ka , I m talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...

[Verse]
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 "Num-say"
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, "Stan-a"
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

[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Let s get down to business, Harlem