[Chorus]    If only you...could let me in    I know that love...it would begin    If only I...could rap to you    I know this love...would capture you, yeah!    Dont you wanna ride? [x4]       [Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat]    Killa! Uh!    This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that    hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont    man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it,    let me tell you!       [Verse 1]       Yo my mommy Toy    Was my pride and joy    She would drive the toys    Plus ride the boy    To supply the boys    I got it live from Kroy    Yes a 9 in boys    Wore a 5 in boys    Over the chick shit    I shoot 5 wit Roy    Now I load the fo' five    Shoot 5 at Roy    Ain't like my job    All guys I employ    Lifestyle I enjoy    But Im the livest Doy (echo doy)    A Hustler and Cam famous?    You damn anus    I dunno but I can't change it    Can't paint it    Pop it, champagne it    Stop it, car drop it, it look dull    Damn paint it    She would throw a pout    How I'm showin' out    How I'm out goin'    But dont be goin' out    It's things to know about    When you got dough and clout    Ways to move, know the route    Baby girl, close your mouth    Cuz I feed you well    Every sneaker, hell    You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle    Car laga fell    Acting like Gargamel    For the car cop the cell    And the bar stop at hell    'Wrong wit chu?    She said whats wrong with chu?    Always got a song to do    Can't get along its true    So I skipped marriage    Bought her six carrats    Rather die that nigga    Than to live average       [Chorus]    If only you...could let me in    I know that love...it would begin    If only I...could rap to you    I know this love...would capture you, yeah!    Dont you wann ride? [x4]       [Cam'Ron]    Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it!       Yo! Yo! Uh!    Lookin' back on school    Arts and crafts    Fuck half the staff    Beat up half the class    I was like Dr. Dre though    I have to laugh    Nigga wit an attitude    Meet me after math    Had her half and half    Not a drink    2 chicks def lit acid fast    To half a tab    You could ask her ass    I would dash and laugh    You after me?    Huh, Im after cash    Im on I-80    Though with my baby    Whole ride hazy    Tell her don't drive crazy    I got plans for you    Look in the sky baby    Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith    You the pie lady    Fly lady G2    Fly baby gee you    Wild baby    Please boo whats your size crazy?    Don Wonin'    When I'm in the foreign    Almond drop top    My charm is alarmin'    I was alertin' her    Just to re-insert in her    That I would leave Earth wit her    Huh, I can't interpret her    She got mad I leaned over    Im mercin' her    Said when I do dirt wit her    The only time I flirt with her    Not to be V.I.    But this is B.I. Bia    Me and G.I.    Be watched by the P.I.'s    See why we can't finish together    I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real!       [Chorus]    If only you...could let me in    I know that love...it would begin    If only I...could rap to you    I know this love...would capture you, yeah!    Dont you wanna ride [to fade out]