Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Had to do this far my man, Murph [Intro: Don Q] Don [Intro: Cam'ron] Killa! HELLO! Rip Murph! [Verse 1: Don Q] Talking to lead, I'm one of the last few Had to get my respect, it was past due Through with my past, I just reminisce when I pass through Movin' them bags, tryin' to get 'em flipped 'til my stash grew Shooters that blast over the nonsense when the cash blue Ask who? He was there when nobody actually cared Real shit, had to share his kicks for half of the year And now I take mine and I take his daughter shopping Same nigga pull up to your door with the .40 knockin' I got niggas quarter coppin', coke in the water, lockin' All they ever knew was hustle, cause they never saw an option I'm hearin' the sneak dissin', I'm tryin' to ignore the gossip Third tape better be an earthquake before I drop it I hear the hoes ponderin', I got a cult followin' Joe Carroll, I throw arrows into your soul hollerin' I probably not the most known but I'm the most confident The most relatable, no debatable, most dominant I'm in need of a blessin', I'm blowin' weed to the heavens Cause in my dream I was destined to see me speedin' in 7s When you look in the mirror, nigga, and see your reflection Is you really or not? That's the easiest question I'm around OG's, that was sellin' keys out the Westin Never leave ya protection, and never speak off confessions Y'all niggas getting lost, when they only need a direction Feel it when you look at his momma face, and see the aggression DON! [Hook: Cam'ron] HELLO Aw man Harlem World HELLO High Bridge HELLO Bronx, Queens HELLO Brooklyn HELLO Staten Island HELLO Aw man My bad ladies HELLO You gettin' money? HELLO You fuck with snitches? HELL No Ok HELLO HELLO HELLO Aw man [Verse 2: Cam'ron] He know killers, y'all know Killa Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas R-I-P to Mike but I'm the real Thriller I'm done with that though I ain't beefin' with the family man Shit I'm still in the PJ's like candy man With dudes sellin' whole halves of candy yams Despite that the garage look like Candy Land Candy painted, ain't nothin' about me tainted Drove every car, you name it, look homie, come get acquainted Can't change it or rearrange it, disclaimer because I'm heinous The 9 will make you famous, blaow! That's for the plaintiff The gun range no goggles, the targets they testin' nozzles The bullets they on point, them points you call hollows In the club we get the bottles, we leave it we hit the throttle Then pull up inside McDonald's with porn stars and models Look nigga you can't erase me Debate me, rape me, I'm Spacey These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby, but you can taste me The guns got no safety, in DC, for when they grazed me And I ain't been postin' lately, y'all would really hate me Yeah homie, it's a blessin', I'm here to answer the questions I'm the OG Don Q was talkin' 'bout at the Westin Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock Niggas suckas, I'ma start sellin' lollipops [Hook: Cam'ron] HELLO Aw man She sniffed a line HELLO Damn that ass fat HELLO Down south HELLO Midwest HELLO West coast HELLO Aw man HELLO You gettin money? HELLO You actin funny? Hell no Ok HELLO HELLO HELLO Aw man