Cam'ron – Lord You Know Lyrics

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[Hook - Jaheim]

[Verse 1]
With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
Percocet, Demerol, capsules of Paxil

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too

But the monster made it
Do it for those incarcerated, who had it confiscated
Hate it when they take powder

Upstate he take showers
Baby moms on Greyhound for 8 hours
See her man face-to-face through the glass
On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash
Felt like the Towers when the planes went on crash

It wasn't 9-11, but it was 9-1-1
Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
I told him get his 9 and run
Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said I can't breeze through
The 40 if I cop bottles, we can't believe you

Me who? Please boo. Landin' in that G2
Same color as beef stew. Favorite letters: G Q
That's me, true, peach/blue.
Hebrew
Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fees stew. Steep? whoo!
But it might lead to that R2D2, the mobsters creep through

We the new PE. Shittin, pee-ew
To the hood: y'all don't need me, I need you
Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain
Always a snitch in the game. What you want: prison or fame?
Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

He lookin' frigid, dig it, make sure them digits get changed
Cause I can't be in Hell's cell
, shout out to Mel Mel
Cash and Hell Rell. Zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
He comin' home on '07 and 12 cells
Cause you must have known, I can't trust the phones

For the dough you'll be like Doe, stuck at home

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Nowadays dog, they raid up in the ballparks
Blaze 'em when they cross sharks
We raiders of the lost ark

I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box
More props.
R.I.P., my poor pops
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
My antennas will block the scanners
I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras
Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch Grandma

In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa
Now look at Killa, you gon' watch Santana


[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Juelz Santana]
Now I was born by the river in a little tent
Little gate, little fence - I climbed over
Little scrapes, little dents - I got over

That was just the beginning it's not over
It's been a long time comin' Cam
It's been a long time riding and a long time running, man
Shit done changed since The Wop and The Running Man
Since Nino, G-Money, The Carter, and the Duh-Duh Man
It's no longer a New Jack City

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash
Spent a long time coming up this road
And I ain't talking rap, man, I'm coming up this road
I'm talking crack, man and coming up with O's
I'm coming up with halves and coming up with wholes

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes
They would boof it and go, I receive it move it and roll
I was comin' from the Q, Zeek was comin' from the O
Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
We was all on the paper-run
Yeah, waiting for a change to come
Now look: the change has come
The 7-Pick Up, Yukon, the Range is come

The day has come, Dipset remains the ones
Most hated by you other motherfuckas
In this game, we remain, it's a shame cuz

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