I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer   You know they put my food in the dark   And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit   Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer      I'm on y'all   Harlem, who else is going to hold us down   Bloodshed niggas   Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer      Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's   Like it's all good down at the hit factory   Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me   All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery      I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies   And I can't act, turned down three movies   So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash   And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast      My rude ass, carry three weapons   And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping   Who else in a hurry to mirk   We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts      Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work, what?   I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work   But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order   Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter      Said me, it's the man, can't be   Be glad I'm not in her damn panties   Got her damn handy   How you going to ever ask, stop carrying candy      I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family   Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy   Your right hand man, Randy, understand me   In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece   And a matching land, Desert Calasandi      You know the one with the whips, that's me   The one with the chips and the chips, that's me   The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me   Get at me, nigga, that's me      The one that be running and dodging, you   The one that be sucking mad dick, you   The one that's scared of some yay yo   Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch      I could show you some ice   Throw you a bite   You not that good dog, who told you you're nice   Your crew, switch siders      When I come through, hey, Cam   Dick riders   But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight   Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver      Come through, stick your suppliers   Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva   Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth   Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out      And I don't got beef, I don't play those games   If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names   Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib   Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz      My crew split, it was my mistake   But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes   I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake   Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H      This is for my niggas that load the pipe   Saying I'm the best, just not promoted right   You know my life   Drink, smoke, roll some dice      Control the hiest   Know I'm a patrol your schiest   We all get schiest   Ma, keep all your rice      Wedding ring, hell no   I like all my ice   Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite   Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like poltergiest      You the type talk about everything you got now   I interrupt you like, "Not now, you hot owl"   My rings like a dog, all rock wild   When I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"      I see y'all concerned about me   You ain't got to go to school to learn about me      Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me   The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me   The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price   Yoke that's nice, that's me      The one that's scared of a scuffle, you   The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you   The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven   You all about nothing, you biatch      Told you I got us this time around niggas   Feeling me some, huh   Harlem, I got us nigga      Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty   Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over   It's fuck us, so fuck y'all      Killa biatch   Killa bitch   Killa bitch      Killa bitch   Killa bitch   Killa bitch