He Tried to Play Me

Lyrics

[Chorus: Hell Rell] He tried to play me, shit got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him, then pulled my MAC out And I blew out his brains, haha [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Y'all wanted violence, we move in silence Silencer silence the guns (the guns) I was the wildest, that was childish Now I stack my ones Shinay was in love with her school, Rich wasn't liking his school Shinay caught two in the ribs (in the ribs) He was a hustler, she's a customer Now he's off doing a bid T got shot with a shotgun on his block I wish it was all pretend Nana getting high, hard enough getting by When is it all gonna end? Me, I'm still holding on, the team still rollin' strong The Ave. is down the street (down the street) But I'm a street target, call me the meat market I stay around some beef The block's still pumpin', isn't it something? Needles, knives, and nines There's no tomorrow, food getting borrowed What kind of life is mine? (Life is mine) [Chorus: Hell Rell] He tried to play me, shit got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him, then pulled my MAC out And I blew out his brains, haha [Verse 2: Cam'ron] They call me Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man, I bubble bread (bread) Beef don't stop, who's this year's knuckle head? (knuckle head) We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) Shot out in front of police, yelled "Fuck a Fed!" (fuck the Feds) I patrol on d low, po-po know my steelo Who seen Killa cop? Niggas rollin' cee-lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white 'caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem) Just a hype lame, you don't love 'em like Dame (why?) Three years ago I would've robbed his dice game (true) Life's changed, my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?) Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) Gotta laugh y'all that's just blue lightnin' (the Lambo) Or that white thing, you on the internet pricin' (pricing?) I don't window shop, not, me and Jim go cop Hop through the window, I- god damn them Bimbo's hot (hot) Hot Dukes of Hazzard, they wanna do the limbo, lock Never had a Pinto OHC, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) "Benz and Bops", put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah banged up and they still there Party pop more bottles than a nigga on two feet and some real gear It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don't cry, if they do cry, homeboy it's a steel tear Animals; lions, whales, seals, bears Y'all fruits; cherries, grapes, stale pears [Bridge: Cam'ron] That's why niggas fuck with me And them ladies loving me, they all put they trust in me 'Cause I flip that killa, man That's why niggas fuck with me And them ladies loving me, they all put they trust in me And my name is Killa Cam [Chorus: Hell Rell] He tried to play me, shit got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him, then pulled my MAC out And I blew out his brains, haha