Cam'Ron - Let Me Work Lyrics
(Verse)I’m smoking killa same color as lavenderI be with killas, millionaires, scavengersAnd my own car often play the passengerThe girl is down (point 4, I’m bangin er)Well my status, the lavish karats attracted herBut where the movie set? I see a lot of charactersIt’s acrobatic, my flip with no spatulaI get the water from the Seattle – I’m a marinarDom it’s Africa, be with my DominicansClues dig from Italy, my connect well he MexicanAccount at Switzerland, bad *****es in MichiganWomen friends say I’m priver than moments in timberland(Interlude)Next up we haveHarlem’s ownQueen of the ringHustle!(Verse)I can never give you all a glisten clearWhile I’m soakin heaters and hammers my gorillas go bananas***** shit, ***** hoeSorry, excuse my grammarI’m used to ignorant shit, none of my hoes got mannersBut let’s roll the ninas,Them girls, we live in FinlandI’m movin like a beamerI’m talkin ladies being innocentIf I’d send shots to them from the barOn camera if a nigga get that in a shootin starWithout the stay I’m stuckAll that fly look, daddy get yo boss hitIf I want you killed I’d pull strings, you know guitar shitHey, it’s that yo whole team? I could make a collage quickBullets jumpin in the ground, something like a mosh pitLa crème levy and I be ridin with some ridersDrive an Impala, pull up right beside yaHand out the window, start blammin at yo driverClaim you won drama but we swim into Nirvana(Interlude)Next up we have Harlem’s own street battler lovenessHe really needs no introductionI like to call him Beloved(Verse)I pray he blessed every youngin that’s tryna make the ledgeBe smart learnin, make sharp turns on a razor’s edgeJust to put food on the table spread, keep the babies fedA real man rather stay ahead fore he stay in bedYou take yo meds this morning you know yo name JackBlack, these white boys tryna remain fatJumpin down and engage pack, mainstream and a main matchWatch but don’t ride on the other side of the train trackSo sure, nothing more than the trouble LordBuzz the door, hug the floors up against the wallSome record like miracle with the other swordsLove involved, I put the mother ship in the motherboardIs it the truth?Can you feel it? I’ll give you proofNiggas root for me in the 13, Piggy Booth50 rude niggas can’t do nothing when the witties shootYou hear the snoop, gin and juice rappersPlease let me work(Interlude)Next up we have the 14 year old street dog, yall ready?Hold onChris Miles(Verse)But anyway lolololoookWhite kid but I make this shit on this game when I pick up the paceGonna piss on they familiesIt’s just because a youngin doing better they favorites, have thatI’m a beast at the case T3I’m avenged, now they wanna get me all up in they playlistGive me the crown back, king to these whack assGrind cuz my backstab’s after the count stack stack stackKick flows like a brown house kid would allowNot down for the countdownTry for the 50’s, last down to the manCuz you know he’s doing down down down down wut?Say dudes get no loveI’ve been going through this hustle til both my lungs breakin thoseHold up these basic and sees it’s too lateBut my friend you should pray to yo maker and bow downTo me every beat that I see is deceased cuz you already know that I chow downAnd I swear to God I’ll paralyze your pair of eyesOf every second that you see meAnd I can’t even bother with these random guysWho been talkin trash, can you please gone?On every song I’m off in the competitionI got beat up in school, now dudes be sayin they tryna chill and shit but noHomie just back off or my slap a rapper swag offGet it crackin like a couple chiropractors at yo back doorSee ya(Outro)Ok next up we haveWhat? I’m not going after that little kidYou crazy, you ain’t just hear what he just said?Shiiit
