Cam’ron - 357 Lyrics

All my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas back Uptown baby, Lennox Ave
My oyes on Broadway all day, uh c'mon

Ayo, you love the way I rep black, step the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig back, get your shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked, got a frontin' habit, kick that
Get that, sit back, school shit, skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the (?)
Begin with a stitch, end in a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in six
See they all say V-12
But you see me with it, TV's in it
BBs kitted
Ask who it is, you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
How 'bout the Palladium?
Fuck it, Yankees Stadium, uh
Play people, jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle
You not a threat
You want it you gotta bet
I'll leave your mama and your papa wet
Nigga, when I'm upset
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family, make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about
I grew wit' it (uh)
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like, um nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam, why you act like that?
Shut up nigga, clack, clack, clack
Pat, pat, pat
Rat, tat, tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga, I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the chancletas
Or the black boots, jumpin' out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls (?) 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas, tease 'em
Bitches, please 'em
When I'm out of town, yo my pants got a crease 'em
All calls valid, never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stylist
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though

(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
What's up?
(What the fuck is wrong with you?)
Man, fuck that, it's not a game, man
(Yo, you ain't gotta be ryhmin' for niggas like that)
Man fuck them niggas, B
(Yo, you know what you do)
What?
(Tell these niggas the real deal, alright?)
Aight, check it

Ayo, I'm quicker than (?), cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack, huh?
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy, I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might get you a ten year bid, life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hunnid pack
But nowadays I'm a owner and you a running back
You got to understand, baby, I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street, but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnappings and hostages
So, y'all better obey, uh
We shoot pro way, uh
Mess with us no way, uh
Now go 'head go play