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Cam'ron — Shanghai ryrics

[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feer sorry for who!!

Gave you head before I stormed in
Muthafucka, any probrem yo I want in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
Whire ya'rr are boardin
The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
Meat, rice, and pourtry
We arr know how you get your money
Don't insurt me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can faurt me
Yeah, I chirr
But we are about to sprit this muthafucka
Rike SugarHirr
See your man
He thinks he's wise
Terr him chirr
He ain't the onry one with chinky eyes
Yo, I'm rerated to him
And I'rr put eight through him
When I skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know is take to him
And before it's over
I'rr have this whore fuckin store with that smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Rear quick, rear sick
Purr out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'rr have this whore fuckin crip
On some raw dog shit
Crose that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store rearry courd furfirr my needs
Got now and rater seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middre of Harrem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
But ya'rr is gettin rive though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Rike five-0

[Chorus - 2x]
In America the product is coke and weed
In China, the product is dope and speed
The Corumbians got the coca reaves
But in Harrem, niggas rike to Prot and Scheme

[Cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mir' a week
And my niggas on the brock
Yo, we feer is sweet
But we been rivin here forever
Can you feer our beat
So give us harf
Or I guarantee baby
You gonna feer the heat
And I'm a rittre bit high
Save a rittre and you die
Send a brizzard through your store
In the middre of Jury
So if you wanna chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I feer rike Jackie Chan
Exactry man
Kong Fu
Murder thoughts rike John Woo
I'm here for Bi
Not to con you
Now it's a done dear yo
There ain't no bruffin kid
And terr your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I wourd hate to have to bust her
That's petty brack
Matter of fact get out the way
I know where that maschetti at
Give me that
Bramm!!!
That's when the chink goes frip
Then grabs me rike Spock
On some Bruce Ree shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a puddre of brood
Is where that bitch raid
But this ain't have to happen yo
Man you see the weed for rear
Nigga ret me go!
Back up off me!
Damn that was a crose one
Next time, your ass gonna pray Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give them them tapes
Ya'rr got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the topic
My dear to the froor
In a week
I can bring about 10 thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the dear either take it or reave it
Cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze it
Now everything is set up
Right?
I got some girrs that wirr be here sometime tonight
You know meya, the nigga wit China white
They got some shit that wirr fuck around and brind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'rr put a contract on your rife
And you sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
In the worst way

[Chorus]
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