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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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S.D.E.
Lyricist:R Bowser, Cameron Giles, Leon Haywood, Marshall Mcqueen, Dominique Owens, Kevin Scott, Christopher Wallace, Bill Williams
Uh huh, yeah This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers Of course, athletes in the struggle [Incomprehensible] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Some get a little and some get none Shit, I was part of the some get none The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball, But I came to practice weed scented Report card like the speed limit, 55-55 expellable If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals Pretty swift, real MVP, and 55th, I can hoop, yo All-American in my age group, yo Raised bad settled for a Ju. Co.
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus All I did was rob and mug on campus Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she don't want the phone act She don't condone it, Cam don't come home, shit
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, ayo, comin' back home, I thought it'd be cool But everybody like, 'Cam, yo I thought you're in school' Nah, I'm about to go back, huh, they know that I'm lyin' See me on Broadway, know when I'm buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, B.I.G. self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game Till one of the workers pulled a small case Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin, a slow case n', verdict probation Tried to fuck my P.O., she ignored that Said, 'Know what Cam your found with more crack' See what happen', stopped the crackin', start rappin', quit the clappin'
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme So in that I became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here come big cake But one cat said Cam you better recoup Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
But un-hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop Money more to clutch, money more to touch I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game For dat fame Throwa Untertainment Sport, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment, Killa
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
That's how it go on my block, mad props, let off mad shots All my peoples out there tryin' it Dis a problem for they environment, killa Sports, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment Uh huh, yeah
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