Sports, Drugs & Entertainment

Lyrics

[Production by Ron G] Uh-huh, yeah [Intro: Cam'ron] This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers And of course, athletes in the struggle, trying to make a little hustle [Verse 1:Cam'ron] Some get a little, some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done After all, I was nice in ball But I'd come to practice weed-scented Report card like the speed limit, 55-55 expellable If you're nice they make sure that you eligible Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real MVP in 55th, I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Grades bad, settled for a JuCo Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All I did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus Had the toast got bagged, paid the price on campus Forgot about ball, I was done duke Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she don't want the phone That she don't condone and, "Cam don't come home", shit [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, yo, ayo, coming back home, I thought it'd be cool But everybody like, "Cam, yo I thought you're in school" "Nah, I'm about to go back", huh, know that I'm lyin' See me on Broadway, know what I'm buyin' Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eyin' Shiesty again, nowhere without iron Seems like my school life self-destroyed Fuck gettin' a job bitch, self-employed Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Mouth running like a dog race, trying to get us all laced I was slingin', but wasn't the kingpin A slow casing, verdict: probation Tried to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, "know what Cam? Get found with more crack, see what happen", stopped the crackin', start rappin', quit the clappin' [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that I became more curious Fuck being up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEOs heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on your stoop But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more to clutch, money more to touch I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game For dat fame, roll with Untertainment Sport, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment Killa! [Hook: Notorious B.I.G.] [Outro: Cam'ron] That's how it go on my block, mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Just a product of they environment, killa Sports, drugs, entertainment, 'til the arraignment