| Lyrics: | [singer harmonizing]
[Cam'ron over singer]
Uhh, Killa, yo ..
You got to wonder man,
what is all this shit really worth,
y'knahmean? Uhh, uhh, you ain't got ya man here to
share
it wit, yo, fucked up man, yo ..
[Cam'ron]
I been on both sides of burglries,
guns out and choked up
Man, this shit'll get you choked up
I'da been shot at, got at,
backedstabbed, coked up
Almost doped up, but had no guts
So I pimp all these hoe
sluts
When they period come it get slow but so what?
I got big plans to blow up
I'ma
love this year, but blood ain't here
We would puff grass, plus hash, cut class
to fuck ass,
dough, we had enough cash
Little cats, he would see our dreams
Eighteen wit the
three-eighteen, that's blood y'all
(blood y'all) He had hot gear, rock yeah
Now that he's
not here I feel that it's not fair
Fuck see 'em at the crossroads, wanna see 'em drive across
roads
Poor, stole, then floss mo', had to tell a few niggaz
"My man was a hell of a nigga,"
(?) wit the triggers
Whatever ethnic problem dawg, better check it
Little Cam, it's just
bloodshed resurrected
Death to (?), "logic" I said
Four months, got 'em some head, right in
the bed
Listen dawg, I'm beyond dead
This ain't even me spittin, this Derek Wright and
Armstead
[Chorus]
For my fam, keep it up, those that fell, pick them up
They been
here, that's whassup, tomorrow's my promise
To my streets, hold it down, all these hoes, hold
your ground
Let's act brave, get it now, tomorrow's my promise
[Cam'ron]
Yo .. yo,
I never had fights in rings
I just had fights for rings, ice and bling
I done spent nights
in bings
Now I realized Christ the King, ainc |
