Cam'ron – Losing Weight (part 2) Lyrics

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[Hook: Cam'ron]
Hey yo, fuck losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and brocs: blue and gray

Baby due today
I gotta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me
Killa never let the drama slide

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out "homicide"

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
18 months? Please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

But hey yo look, money from across the street
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Me and my peeps often meet
And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from [violence]
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men

That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the frank stand will
Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe
Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade!

And y'all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rap clowns, blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitchin
Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, yea, I gave her a fix

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
"You know Cam?" He said "yeah." "Don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed through the 6, amazing and shit

Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga

[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Fuck losing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'mma do today
Take my moms, move away
Yeah, I think I'mma cop me that new estate
Baby due today
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'all niggas screwing me
Juelz: never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me
Until the shots get me

[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice
When it comes to spitting that fire
It's real dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the midst of the fire
Break work put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires
Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

That's just the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with dogs
My villains will finish you off

Head in your chest, brain-
Dead on the Van Wyck expressway

While I got my hand on the Tec, wave
Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?" (Yes I am)
Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers

Look at my body, I lost so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight

I'm telling Papi "front me a brick, let me owe that cake"
He telling me he "ain't got but so much weight"
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll compress it and stretch it to one"

I'm on the block as usual
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my soldiers know the rules
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the Ruger, duke, will circle round your body like hula-hoops

Mami told me son, hold your own
And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone
I believed her
Juelz. Never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me

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