[Cam'Ron] Uh, yeah, yeah COC the great click that rolls thick Straight from the motherfucking corners to the studios We got my man the six figga getter, motherfucking nigga The Digga and my motherfucking cousin bloodshed Aka castro And I'm Killa Cam, motherfucking Hussien And we gonna drop it like this, check it [Chorus] It's hard to get by, that's why we get high Around my way, do or die Oh, my, my, my [x5] [Cam'Ron] No excuses, it's useless I'm ruthless, I stay fucking two chicks Watch boost flicks, bust shots, mad acustics The crime boss with toothpicks, cashflow and crucifix We stick shit, producive, a COC exclusive Cause I'm the nigga that's passed parole, carry a gat to stroll Slapping, clapping, and wrapping for rolls Beef fatter than Jackson Hold Ask Nicole, slugs I shot, ate her like an entray Her boyfriend Deandre, has no more fiancee And y'all be fucking snoring like the Killa's boring But one slept all this Ralph Lauren, shot him and left his mouth pouring Then I took his skirt, Killa Cam the crook that merk So when I'm here look alert, before y'all get shook and hurt Revenge you on the 8th floor, that's where I used to rape whores Busting off the cap gun, riding on the skateboard Now all the states is carved in, all the caps and slugs And I be rapping bugged, by slapping mugs, clapping thugs And packing drugs, don't ask for love I'm fucking raw chief, all you fucking whore cease Only love you give is love taps to your jaw piece Cause I done fucked sluts and dancers, give us the chance ta I got bucks and answers, and I rob the city bus for Transfers Plus I'm touching you reps, buffing your threats One shot like Russian Roulette, when thrusting the tech Killa Cam is real you nothing to sweet MY crew is tight like ice to treys Hype the blades from nights to days I slice with blaze, triffling ways Bombs with all type grenades, cause me and my nigga love bread My cousin Bloodshed, the one who party out at Club Med The ex-dust head, I'm causing complex confusion When I'm out West I'm looting, car taking, Lexus boosting See me, you know the techs is shooting, execution [Chorus] It's hard to get by, that's why we get high Around my way, do or die Oh, my, my, my [x5] [Bloodshed] In the 600 with mo-mos Blunted friends with fo-fos And po-pos pulling niggaz over like they loco Maybe it's just my time Horse Or is it because I'm the crime boss And swines is mad that every dime cost Blood's the bad influence that you're proud of Wetting niggaz up like showers, selling crack, smack and powders Jewels giganic, ice flooded like the Titanic Cash expanded, flash for granted, stashing in seramics And keep it in my crime family, Glaciers of Ice Cause life ain't nothing but papers and dice just fronting I used to prop the slower leaks, niggaz ain't notice me All of the older gs, never thought that I would grow to be The cash getting, crack flipping, soaking in the bath with ass stripping, getting blast vic'in up past Vixens I know it ain't hard to see sonny Inside the 3-20, Killa, New Jacks for G Money [Chorus] It's hard to get by, that's why we get high Around my way, do or die Oh, my, my, my [x5]
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