Letra Intro de Cam'ron original
Cam'Ron> How y'all doin' 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 wit us Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? Kay Slay> You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO Cam'Ron> El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man Kay Slay> Yo son Cam'Ron> What's good? Kay Slay> I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her Cam'Ron> Slap her? Kay Slay> Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her Cam'Ron> Off the bat? Kay Slay> Off the bat, just backhand her Cam'Ron> Why's that, though? Kay Slay> 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you -- 'Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to' Cam'Ron> 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 Knawmean? Kay Slay> Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight Cam'Ron> Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem... Verse> Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The 'Rag Muffin' y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother 'Num-say' Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up, and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, 'Stan-a' If you do, I'm blowin' 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, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin 'What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?' Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' Kay Slay> Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem