Cam'Ron - Let Me Know Lyrics
All my harlem niggas my bk niggasBack uptown baby, lennox aveWe bout to spit hospitablePhysical, but shit is gettin criticalThe way cats bitin is dispicablePitiful, unoriginal, this shit is miserableI'm a businessman, i ain't tryin to be lyricalDamn it's a miracle, thought y'all was veteransWish your flow was ill huh?Mine was your medicineNow you're in the gameLame sound the best you've ever beenPlay right i'll catch you late night nigga like lettermanGet thirty thou now your actions begunActin and fun nigga after taxes you're doneCars impounded, new york must stop bitin and start writinAnd start malice(?)When the ***** we start bouncin?We stash ounces, make a nigga start clowninWe spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin'[chorus]Yo you fly? let me knowYo you high? let me knowYou wanna cry? let me knowYou wanna die? let me knowYou want raw? let me knowYou sound raw let me knowYou want a war? let me knowYou on tour? let me knowYou sell crack? let me knowYou bust yo gat? let me knowYou sell weed? let me knowWell where the trees? let me knowYou a fed? let me knowShe give head? let me knowIt's aight? let me knowYou wanna fight? let me knowYo i get dough any wayI can flow any wayYo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway?C'mon, all my jewels ice and grayAnd nigga might i sayI'm mister rogers status, change twice a dayAny beef you let me know, i'll be there right awayAnd when i'm rhyming, i've always got the right of wayI got some cats that'll come down here right awayTo take your ass right awayBelieve me you could die todayWe explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in codeSo please let me knowYou get fly? let me knowHe get high? let me knowTake his jewels and his rolls(?)Eat his food to let him know(???)You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeezeWith rocks and g's and that shit looks hot on meSo gimme that, little man, i'm bout to pocket it rightI make this look good, you wasn't rockin it rightChorusYou the type of cat, wanna marry your loverAnd to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brotherBetter carry your rubberNow you done this street, me i gun this v(???)Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to meNot my man, not my styleNot my fam, not my palNot my click, not my typeHell no we not alikeYou get knocked, you sit in a cellGet raped, *****, and you yellTurn homo, kiss and you tell***** nigga, walk with a switch niggaWhy you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga?You know how we get niggas?Bla! bla! bla! bla!That's how we get niggasBig drinkers, me and 6 figuresBout to be some real, real real real real real realRich niggasBig niggas, talk slick niggaGot shit to spit niggaChorus x2
