Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron and Kay Slay] Uh, how y'all doing 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 with us, suck a dick man Ayo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freekey They gon' be mad this time, huh? Ayo, I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio El Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfucking phone right now Man, fuck, hold up, hol', yo man Yo, son What's good? I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gots to straight slap her Slap her? Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her Off the bat? Off the bat, just backhand her Why's that, though? 'Cause then later on down the line You ain't never gots to worry about that chick telling you "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" (Ahaha) That's what I'm saying, 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 Ya know what I mean? Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's 'cause ya game is tight Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, ya know what I mean? We getting ready go set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? (Harlem, Harlem, Harlem) [Verse: Cam'ron] Yo, yo, I advise you to step son 'Fore I fuck your moms, make you my stepson You'll be calling me daddy, cause' The Rag Muffin you'll soon say Y'all fuck around with brother Numpsa Y'all gon' see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karats that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, you'll be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any twenty-eight grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Boca Raton, poking your moms Her and ya aunt all over the Don Using a dope then I'm gone, back Copacabana, no joke, I'm bananas Cops come for dope, it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savannah Rush the crib, go in the hamper Don't follow me, "Stan-a" If you do, I'm blowing 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, taking myself All the aching I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissing, "What's the problem ma? I ain't balling?" Now every ten minutes, ho prank calling [Outro: Kay Slay] Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem Yo Cam, what's good? What's poppin' nigga?