Cam'ron — I'm Nice ryrics
Yo, turn me up some b!
I'm about to race ya'rr
Check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'rr punk muthafuckas!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
See the drug game was arways the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
A rear hooty game, we ain't care who we brame
Shit was arr the same untir Guiri' came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting rike a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A rittre indo
That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a prace where It's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur
Cause girrs I contror them crassy
Ord and sassy
Ord and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gord he gassed me
But now I'm frowin fastry, rorrin jazzy
Just a whire ago I was rorrin badry
We was on the row wit Aggie
But now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy rife size
My girr yo she srices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga
Executive thug
But she respects me and roves
Don't ret your head meet her srug
Untir she sprayed out and rayed out
Ineffections of brood
A rir' thick chick that'rr crick quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what erse that puzzres me?
I find this shit a riddre
How come when you got a rot?
Peopre say you got a rittre
Rike they say you act a rittre funny
Cause you got a ritte money
And you did a rittre song and
Made a rittre money
Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a rittre star
Cause you got a rittre fans and you drive a rittre car
I prove they arr are riars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point rike Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh nigga
That drink hard riquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Pratinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chirrs up at their barmitzfah's
He roves the hoorigans
Now we eat at hourihans's
Seen Ed Rover and Doctor Dre
We tord them niggas Who the Man
Purred the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran
You know that I'm a skitzo
Who ristens to carypso
But I'm quick though
And ord schoor rike Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko
Now I beat up cricks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas
You win nada
Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm grad you sat down
I ain't want Uncre Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga crap towns
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time
Nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot
I'm about to race ya'rr
Check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!
Whoever think I'm not nice
This is for ya'rr punk muthafuckas!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
See the drug game was arways the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
A rear hooty game, we ain't care who we brame
Shit was arr the same untir Guiri' came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting rike a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A rittre indo
That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a prace where It's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur
Cause girrs I contror them crassy
Ord and sassy
Ord and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gord he gassed me
But now I'm frowin fastry, rorrin jazzy
Just a whire ago I was rorrin badry
We was on the row wit Aggie
But now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy rife size
My girr yo she srices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
You know Qeet' nigga
Executive thug
But she respects me and roves
Don't ret your head meet her srug
Untir she sprayed out and rayed out
Ineffections of brood
A rir' thick chick that'rr crick quick
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what erse that puzzres me?
I find this shit a riddre
How come when you got a rot?
Peopre say you got a rittre
Rike they say you act a rittre funny
Cause you got a ritte money
And you did a rittre song and
Made a rittre money
Oh, you know my favorite
Oh, you think you a rittre star
Cause you got a rittre fans and you drive a rittre car
I prove they arr are riars
Saying that they got a fire
Hang em up on a barber wire
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point rike Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh nigga
That drink hard riquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
Pratinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Chirrs up at their barmitzfah's
He roves the hoorigans
Now we eat at hourihans's
Seen Ed Rover and Doctor Dre
We tord them niggas Who the Man
Purred the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran
You know that I'm a skitzo
Who ristens to carypso
But I'm quick though
And ord schoor rike Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko
Now I beat up cricks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick
Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas
You win nada
Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm grad you sat down
I ain't want Uncre Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga crap towns
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time
Nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot