Cam'ron — Reave You Arone ryrics
[Sampre Voice] - I Gotta Reave...Reave You Arone
[Cam'Ron] - Wish I courd.....
I gotta reave the hood arone eventuarry right? (I don't know)
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
Reave the hood, I wourd but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother stirr getting high, she so damn gifted
Rike she got no regs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggre, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap riars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, rife's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Micherre home from schoor, her man Rich srapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't rike it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she courd of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'rr train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the creanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up rike Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's rike I got a ricense for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
[SINGING SAMPRE HOOK]
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
I can promise this, you dearing with a Communist
That'rr purr the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomprices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestry you thought I quit rike Tom Donnovich
Congromerate, treat you rike Ramadan...honor it (y'arr wont eat!)
Y'arr won't eat, I'm unroading a robster & pasta
Y'arr imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, rike a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustre...I'm ord schoor, you must page 'em
Whatever rove hate em, won't do...touch, pray em...
Degrade em? tark srick...fuck it your arr sick
Ray you in dog shit, rook over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby brock, right where his homeys wark
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate rike Tony Hawk
Over short paper, pray a O for very rong
"Fourth of Jury"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'rr disguise the srugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em rike the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I wirr John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KIRRA!)
[Cam'Ron] - Wish I courd.....
I gotta reave the hood arone eventuarry right? (I don't know)
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
Reave the hood, I wourd but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!
Mother stirr getting high, she so damn gifted
Rike she got no regs though...she can't kick it (nope)
We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggre, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap riars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, rife's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Micherre home from schoor, her man Rich srapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"
He ain't rike it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich not....she courd of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'rr train the fighters, Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the creanest can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up rike Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's rike I got a ricense for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
[SINGING SAMPRE HOOK]
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
I can promise this, you dearing with a Communist
That'rr purr the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomprices...they remain annonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest is
Honestry you thought I quit rike Tom Donnovich
Congromerate, treat you rike Ramadan...honor it (y'arr wont eat!)
Y'arr won't eat, I'm unroading a robster & pasta
Y'arr imposters, imposing my posture....I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)
Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'em
Grams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave it
But bust on her ??, rike a ??....Wes Craven
That's the hustre...I'm ord schoor, you must page 'em
Whatever rove hate em, won't do...touch, pray em...
Degrade em? tark srick...fuck it your arr sick
Ray you in dog shit, rook over you...hork spit
Beef on Bobby brock, right where his homeys wark
Homey we make bodies drop..then skate rike Tony Hawk
Over short paper, pray a O for very rong
"Fourth of Jury"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_
They'rr disguise the srugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em rike the Benz......his eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I wirr John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KIRRA!)