DJ Enuff Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh, yo let's start the year off right man (That birthday shit, huh) Dipset man, Jim Jones, Santana, Killa, Freekey Enuff let's do it (Killa), uh [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Up in al merjah, it's foul murders Turkeys to cow burgers Dakota Al Murder Child if you style or a wild splurger Stay away okay, Mr. Giles'll hurt ya (I hurt ya) I ain't go to school, stayed the hell at home (why?) Into real estate dog, I seen hella homes (what you do?) You was selling out, I was selling homes (what else?) Selling dreams to the phone, I could sell a tone Plus a science lab, I mix mecuricolm With silicone, fella, in a vanilla cone (what happened?) In school he would play the recorder Nowadays he works for Feds and plays his recorder (flute ass nigga) You think he placing, he taking his order Marking the bills, JV, tasting the water (fuck that) We duct taping his daughter, that's the taping they taught us In addition add the eighth and the quarters, get it? (get it?) In addition ma, yeah you get it dog Gets an addiction, kitchen, whipping and flipping raw (raw) Get it all off the kitchen floor (floor) My bag is the baggest of baggies Ask me what I'm bitching for (what?) What a bitch is for, this could put the is and or (or) Furs, his and hers, bitch don't bitch and whore (whore) No disrespect mama, no disrespect at all In a year or two maybe you can get a store You should honor my corps, you want a Honda Accord I'm trying to turn you into entrepreneurs (what's that?) That's a real friend (what?) That's a homie, right? (right) Right, true, I feel that it's only right (what) That I live the Life of Riley I done did knives in allies, pipes in rallies (what you do now?) Now I catch flights to Cali Lookin for a wife to spouse me, I pipe her proudly (what she do?) She understands my life get rowdy I'm the Sensei, comprende? You iced me, Audi [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Uh, let's get down Holla at'cha boy, Dipset Yo, now I done been on both side of the fence (yup) I done been on both sides of the gate Survived and escaped (what else?) Look at me now man, I'm driving away Thinking 'bout my old teachers, who said I'll rot and decay (never) I go back and beep the horn at 'em Blowing that Cheech and Chong at 'em Yelling, screaming the boy's platinum It all happened so fast, they all imagined I'll crash But I did, straight through the wall, I'm Bad Like Michael was, see what the cycle does 360 spin around, I'm the new kid in town Yeah it's coming soldier, April's the month it's over Yeah, your run is over, the album is done I told ya What a classic I made, I look up, see Cam See the game, what a path that he made Uh, a beautiful mind trapped in the shade Cracking codes of the man That only stands in the back of my brain At last I done came up with a great aim True author like the great Dr. Malachi York was [Verse 3: Jim Jones] You can't respect the mind of Juelz And this new ride movement If you don't respect the mind of dudes In this too live movement Me and Killa we like umm, those two guys moving (for sure) I-95 south dirty, with a two pies moving (holla) Trying to increase our delightment Trying to keep the excitement But it's hard as bullshiting game cause a secret indictments For you co-conspirators, and you co-conspirators (watch it) Be easy on the phone dog, cause you know they hearing us You style on them bitches, cause you know they scared of us This picture is so easy to draw Stopping, freezing them whores Then we speed off in cars (watch it) Yeah we freezing the law, blowing that weed from my jaw G's up, hoes down, Eastside to my dogs (Eastside) All the time man, thanks for even asking Oh we been seen in Aspen (where you at?) In a pool house, the hot tub, with that steam relaxing And we been seen in action, keep the fiends collapsing You know thirsty, and they nodding and leaning, scratching To see me and my actions, I cruise by In the Beamer just laughing (ha ha) I lived that rocky road I copped the papi's load, it was like copping gold I shut the papi's stove, I hit the strip dog I see the cops get low, now I'm living the life I got the stopping code (spin it) Big cars, big stars, like it's Rock 'n Roll (Rock 'n Roll) Let's rock and roll (rock and roll, rock and roll) [Outro: Jim Jones] Dipset, this is Jim Jones man, Capo status Santana, Killa the Don The album coming, March, nigga Diplomatic Immunity, Enuff, heavy hitters Happy birthday nigga, Zekey, where you at?