Cam’Ron

5 Boroughs – KRS One F/ Buckshot, Cam’Ron, Keith Murray, Killah Priest

Yo yo brand new KRS y’all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..

[KRS One]
We hit em and get em we stick em and jig em
we pick em and kick em
Flippin them whip and I’m wing clippin them lip
cause I’m cold sick of them
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe
be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms
I don’t even consider them
In the new millenium we killin them
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin them

[Vigilante]
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let’s see
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho’ is real, this is the deal, guns I’m runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of y’all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse

[Buckshot]
Let’s take a walk through Crown Heights
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked
Why not? You see the recipe
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie

[Keith Murray]
I’m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high
Where a slut’ll get mad if you call her a {bitch}
And a rat’ll get mad if you call her a snitch
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it’s a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that’s herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who don’t give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale
Comin deep from the depths of hell
I’m dead serious, even though you see me smilin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island

[Cam’Ron]
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice
Makin about a G a night, they can’t read or write
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light
But sometime y’all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man

[?]
Uptown massive, Uptown the borough
Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow
Uptown trestle, Uptown of course
I grab you ? they got me turn up to North
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss
De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Killah Priest]
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains

357 – Cam’Ron

What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
‘Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect that
Any girl I met that
Hit that
Love the way I spit that
I don’t kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked
Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that
Sit back
School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats
Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I’m in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ?
Begin with a stich
End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don’t go by I ain’t been in a chick
8? on the dope ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in 6
See they all see the 12
But you see me in it
TVs in it
BBs kinted
Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I’ll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How ’bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
Play people
Jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that’ll jiggle with the A’s legal
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet
I’ll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I’m set
I’ll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don’t give a fuck about
Un would’ve ? about
I’m through wit’ it
Your crew ain’t even true wit’ it
I see your man he’s like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack
Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat
Put fear ‘fore envy
Nigga I’m not in fear of any
I’ll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas
By alma queta
Chicqueta
Monero
Nieta
Don’t ever fuck around with the Don’s cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin’ in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool
Cars never lease ’em
Girls ? ’em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas tease ’em
Bitches please ’em
When I’m out of town yo my pants got a crease in ’em
All calls valid
Never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star’s stlyus
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What’s up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it’s not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain’t gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas B
Guy- Yo, you know what you do
Cam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal
Cam- Aight check it
Aiyyo I’m ?
Cook up the crack
Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I’m not saying what I like
Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til’ your shit’s right
See baby boy I carry guns
You know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y’all flippin’ hundred pack
But nowadays I’m the only
You a running back
You got to understand baby I’m done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don’t mean t

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Cam’Ron – D Rugs

[Cam’ron]
This song is about young children
who live in single family homes and
their mother or father chooses their
boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember
parents kids don’t ask to be born. So I’m tell this
story and it starts back in ’88.
Yo this nigga named d rugs
My moms dates him
Swear to God I hate him
If I could I would break him
When he comes around her brain sizzles like a Steakum
Damn can’t jakes take him
She neglected me
Run around with this punk nigga recklessly
Had him in her tounge
Guess she was in ectasy
For her love
Took the best of me
O-d’d excessively
That’s her boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
He’s a facial
Smelled like a fragrance
She sniffed it in her nasal
Beggin her to listen
I told her he ain’t faithful
Fuckin wit Aunt Rachel
Ya’ll so dumb
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain’t racial
[Chorus]
I’m your mother
I’m your daddy
I’m that nigga
In the alley
I’m your doctor
When in need
I’m your Coke
I’m your Weed
You know me
I’m your friend
Your main boy
Thick and thin
I’m that monster in your dreams
For my love
You will feen.
[Cam’ron]
What the deal dun?
It’s ’91
Moms still strung
On this nigga d-rugs
His game’s tight
Every night she tries to go pursue him
Then she screws him
But my man Un knew him
Schooled me to him
Said he got mad hoes
He used to pimp him
Said he can get you mad doe
What you mean?
He just ain’t wit your mother
He’s got other partners
He’s a foreigner though
The cops don’t like
Illegal alien
Can’t even say his name on the phone
But you can get money with him
Then leave him alone
Or you’ll be inside the new cuffs
Plus a news rush
Said some more about him
Then he introduced us
Took me to the block where everybody get him off
Showed me his clientele
Ever since–Hit it off
He was right
D-rugs got dumb freaks
Men and women love him
Got him 10 grand in one week.
Chorus
[Cam’ron]
Now it’s 98
D-rugs, he payed me well
500 S-E-L
Got me land in A-T-L
It’s all swell
Way before a felony
But now that we together
It seems that moms in jealous
Cause he wit me now
And everyone time I g him
But when it comes to her
She even pay to see him
Eh yo, money excites me
But my niggas on the block
They got shysty
Cause I’m wit d-rugs
They don’t like me
Tried to snipe me
Right before the damn feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by the cops
But for my mother
Man there’s nothin but love
But that’s what we get–Fuckin wit Drugs.
[Chorus]






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Cam’Ron – D Rugs 2

I’m back on the street wit’ heat, oh glorious hood
Only two months in, Damn my lawyers good
Ten bricks and a body that’s lickin rich
Tell the DA, fly fuckin’ witnesses
Sittin’ in the cell, I could just vomit
That’s word to Elaja Mohammed, became wiser the prophet
Gods not I, I time my guy, I don’t hate to see the boys
(Why)cuz the tapes can be destroyed
They on the beat walkin, in my socks searchin me
It’s not hurtin me, most cops work for me
Yo where Qweed, what up ma huh what
where D at, damn yo we need that
Yo yo, my earnin’ in question, I’m burnin’ and sweatin’
You knowin’ jail turn me depressant, I ain’t learnin my lesson
You just a dumb spouse, I ain’t gone run him out
I know where to find D rugs over Un’s house

(talking)
Get the Fuck off me, I’m goin to Un house
Get the fuck off me

Verse 2:
Yo, I knocked on the door, yo yo how it’s lookin Un
You seen d rugs, yeah I was cookin him
I ran to the kitchen, Oh my God damn look at him
What’s the problem with him Un, yo he lookin slim
What you ain’t feed him right, what’s wrong he ain’t eatin right
You fuckin wit’ him that’s why you sneezin’ right
What you mean duke, wit’ d rugs ya ass will get a mean tooth
You lookin like a fiend to
But he made me cheddar, I’ll take him to the death wit’ me
He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me
Now we back, and dealin’ in hoods
Reunited and it feel so good
Fiends comin thru in fleeces and sweaters,
Increasin my cheddar Happy just to see us together
Now we round up new click, competition too sick
D rugs left blue six, woooo shit


Verse 3:
It’s like I’m born to rock on the block, still clockin
Me and D rugs hug but they still watchin, Lil hot chick
She said man keep them mills poppin,
The only way to keep you in they got to kill Cochran
But he mixed business and pleasure he get to me
And I’m a Geto Boy my mind playin tricks on me
Optional, ay yo he still fuck wit ya moms
Naw man that’s impossible, Yo I heard she left the hospital
So I stepped to ’em both, needless to lie
My mother told me naw Cam chill he was prescribed
She got to take him twice a day to keep her alive
And I’m sittin’ here shocked yo, rain don’t stop yo
What’s that the lots yo, who that the cops yo
Female Tahoe, connect wit the Brosco
Fuck a hard case, I’m from a mob race
Why does this fuckin’ feel like the end of Scarface
I’mma sucha sober, flip d rugs up to smell the odor
Told him, he fucked us over
Then popped girl, to my mother, told her I love her
Plugged her, now only God can judge her
Now after this tragedy, d rugs laughed at me
He was here way before, and he’ll be here after me
Now here come the cops and the whole fuckin’ calvary
Snorted d rugs and had them niggaz blast at me

(Gunshots)
You can’t kill me, I’m a fuckin killa you can’t kill me
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