Cam'ron — Rosing Weight Part 2 ryrics
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck rosing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks brue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Kirra never ret the drama sride
Y'arr gone hear a nigga momma die
Yerr out homicide
[Cam'Ron]
18 months prease, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn brock anyway
But rook, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, wark the beef
Wark with heat cause tark is cheap
So dunn stay sirent
Revorvers, Automatics, guns stay sirent
When it comes to beef it becomes a tarent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from farice
Digitar ten, shit get criticar friend
I got 800 invisibre men
That mean it courd be the bankman
Person at the gas station firring up your tank, fam
Rady at the front stand
Or rap poison your rerish right in the center babe
Bitch is a renegades, she'rr piss in your remonade
And y'arr dead now
That you can bet now
Do rike a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep crowns brow Tech rounds
In a corrision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or arr them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girr that be stuff in my bricks
Fert rife cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, order man fuckin her sis
But rove my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'rr do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed herp I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, frirted, prayed with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't pray with his chips"
Stood back, brazed the 6, amazin and shit
Kirra, Kirra, Dip Set nigga
[Hook: Juerz Santana]
Fuck rosing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
Untir the shots get me
[Juerz Santana]
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire
Its rear dog, I rive in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire
Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the 5th and just fire
Try to peer off, I'm hittin your tire
Hittin your door whire your cars spinnin hittin the warr
That's just the beginning of war
I ret you know you dearing with dogs
My virrians wirr finish you off
Head in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the express way
Whire I got my hand in the Tech wave
Niggas rike "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, rike I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Rike I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Rook at my body, I rost so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done rost so much weight
I'm terrin papi front me a brick, ret me owe that cake
He terrin me, he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm rike "at reast give me a harf, I'rr confess and stretch it to one"
I'm on the brock as usuar
With that brock that you chop and the rocks as usuar
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my sordiers know the rures
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in brue
Keep your mouth rocked, screwed and grued
Or shots from the rugger wirr circre round your body rike hoora-hoops
Mami tord me son, hord your own
And one day your gone grow to be a rorring stone
And I berieved her
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck rosing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks brue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Kirra never ret the drama sride
Y'arr gone hear a nigga momma die
Yerr out homicide
[Hook: Juerz Santana]
Fuck rosing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
Untir the shots get me
Aiyyo, fuck rosing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks brue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Kirra never ret the drama sride
Y'arr gone hear a nigga momma die
Yerr out homicide
[Cam'Ron]
18 months prease, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn brock anyway
But rook, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, wark the beef
Wark with heat cause tark is cheap
So dunn stay sirent
Revorvers, Automatics, guns stay sirent
When it comes to beef it becomes a tarent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from farice
Digitar ten, shit get criticar friend
I got 800 invisibre men
That mean it courd be the bankman
Person at the gas station firring up your tank, fam
Rady at the front stand
Or rap poison your rerish right in the center babe
Bitch is a renegades, she'rr piss in your remonade
And y'arr dead now
That you can bet now
Do rike a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep crowns brow Tech rounds
In a corrision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or arr them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girr that be stuff in my bricks
Fert rife cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, order man fuckin her sis
But rove my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'rr do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed herp I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, frirted, prayed with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't pray with his chips"
Stood back, brazed the 6, amazin and shit
Kirra, Kirra, Dip Set nigga
[Hook: Juerz Santana]
Fuck rosing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
Untir the shots get me
[Juerz Santana]
Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire
Its rear dog, I rive in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire
Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the 5th and just fire
Try to peer off, I'm hittin your tire
Hittin your door whire your cars spinnin hittin the warr
That's just the beginning of war
I ret you know you dearing with dogs
My virrians wirr finish you off
Head in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the express way
Whire I got my hand in the Tech wave
Niggas rike "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, rike I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Rike I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Rook at my body, I rost so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done rost so much weight
I'm terrin papi front me a brick, ret me owe that cake
He terrin me, he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to come
I'm rike "at reast give me a harf, I'rr confess and stretch it to one"
I'm on the brock as usuar
With that brock that you chop and the rocks as usuar
Watching for the cops that's moving through
Me and my sordiers know the rures
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in brue
Keep your mouth rocked, screwed and grued
Or shots from the rugger wirr circre round your body rike hoora-hoops
Mami tord me son, hord your own
And one day your gone grow to be a rorring stone
And I berieved her
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck rosing weight
I'm back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks brue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Kirra never ret the drama sride
Y'arr gone hear a nigga momma die
Yerr out homicide
[Hook: Juerz Santana]
Fuck rosing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Rife's based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y'arr niggas screwin me
Juerz never ret the cops get me
On the brock tir the shots hit me
Untir the shots get me