Cam'Ron - Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics
[Hook: Cam'Ron]Aiyyo, ***** losing weightI'm back on these highways moving cakesLife's based upon what I'ma do todayCop a car, new estateNa, ***** it get the beef and rocks blue and greyBaby due todayI got ta move an eighth***** the scrutinyY'all niggas screwin meKilla never let the drama slideY'all gone hear a nigga momma dieYell out homicide[Cam'Ron]18 months please, that ain't facing timeI'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation timeI'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway6 months right back on the damn block anywayBut look, money from across the streetThink its sweet, think you get money across the streetMe and my peeps often meetAt 5-0 they work for us, walk the beefWalk with heat cause talk is cheapSo dunn stay silentRevolvers, Automatics, guns stay silentWhen it comes to beef it becomes a talentRemember me, ODB, I'm the one from faliceDigital ten, shit get critical friendI got 800 invisible menThat mean it could be the bankmanPerson at the gas station filling up your tank, famLady at the front standOr rap poison your relish right in the center babePictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonadeAnd y'all dead nowThat you can bet nowDo like a toaster put your bread downUpset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech roundsIn a collision, I see their ambitionBut they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prisonOr all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchenWhen it came to grams it was 90 I fried350 on the stove and its 90 outsideI'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricksFelt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wristsHer mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wristFather *****in her, older man *****in her sisBut love my music, say I do nothing but hitsShe'll do anything for me, nothing but hitsCause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixedNeeded coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fixSo she went across the street, gave him a kissStuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dickYou know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shitKilla, Killa, Dip Set nigga[Hook: Juelz Santana]***** losing weightWe back on these highways moving cakesLife's based upon what I'ma do todayI think my moms moving awayYeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estateBaby do the dateI got to move an eighth***** the scrutinyY'all niggas screwin meJuelz never let the cops get meOn the block til the shots hit meUntil the shots get me[Juelz Santana]Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fireIts real dog, I live in the fireUsed to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fireBreak works put it in pots, sit it in fireQuick to grab the 5th and just fireTry to peel off, I'm hittin your tireHittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wallThat's just the beginning of warI let you know you dealing with dogsMy villians will finish you offHead in your chest brainDead on the van on the express wayWhile I got my hand in the Tech waveNiggas like "*****, is he stupid?"Cops wanna cuff me, do itYou wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do itShit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruisesLike I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooperLook at my body, I lost so much weightCops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weightI'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cakeHe tellin me, he ain't got but so much weightHe been waiting for his connection to comeI'm like "at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one"I'm on the block as usualWith that block that you chop and the rocks as usualWatching for the cops that's moving throughMe and my soldiers know the rulesWe use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blueKeep your mouth locked, screwed and gluedOr shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoopsMami told me son, hold your ownAnd one day your gone grow to be a rolling stoneAnd I believed herJuelz never let the cops get meOn the block til the shots hit me[Hook: Cam'Ron]Aiyyo, ***** losing weightI'm back on these highways moving cakesLife's based upon what I'ma do todayCop a car, new estateNa, ***** it get the beef and rocks blue and greyBaby do the dateI got ta move an eighth***** the scrutinyY'all niggas screwin meKilla never let the drama slideY'all gone hear a nigga momma dieYell out homicide[Hook: Juelz Santana]***** losing weightWe back on these highways moving cakesLife's based upon what I'ma do todayI think my moms moving awayYeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estateBaby do the dateI got to move an eighth***** the scrutinyY'all niggas screwin meJuelz never let the cops get meOn the block til the shots hit meUntil the shots get me
