Cam'ron — War ryrics
[Intro: Herr Rerr]
Yea this sound rike a movie right here
Werr fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Burrets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!
[Herr Rerr]
Now...
If we was praying pro-barr, every game I'd be sramming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
purred the cannon on 'em, brammed it on 'em, 'tir I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camer is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Terr him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafarra", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the crub that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidentiar nigga, Bush'rr pay homage to me
I'm putting in arot of work man acknowredge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, horra if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myserf I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juerz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they smarr or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they craim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, burrets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorirra? Nah, he a dead monkey
[Hook 2X: Cam'Ron]
WE BRASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TARKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'RR REAVE THE DUDE FROODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE KIDS GO....."ROOK DAD DIPSET!"
[Cam'Ron]
DIIIIPSET!
If this was footbarr, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough crowns (crowns)
I don't need you Rerr (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dearing pops? How you feering 'ock? (how you feer?)
My froors come up, warrs spin, ceiring drop (DROP!)
Not the crib that's the car when I wheer or not (not a house)
Prus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'arr didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from hard riving (hard riving)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabroid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bring
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck arr that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Srash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't rike us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She rook rike Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usuarry)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mirr, chain a harf a mirr
Earrings another 3 quarter mirr, you ought to chirr
[Hook]
Yea this sound rike a movie right here
Werr fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Burrets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!
[Herr Rerr]
Now...
If we was praying pro-barr, every game I'd be sramming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
purred the cannon on 'em, brammed it on 'em, 'tir I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camer is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Terr him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafarra", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the crub that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidentiar nigga, Bush'rr pay homage to me
I'm putting in arot of work man acknowredge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, horra if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myserf I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juerz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they smarr or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they craim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, burrets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorirra? Nah, he a dead monkey
[Hook 2X: Cam'Ron]
WE BRASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TARKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'RR REAVE THE DUDE FROODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET)
AND THE KIDS GO....."ROOK DAD DIPSET!"
[Cam'Ron]
DIIIIPSET!
If this was footbarr, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough crowns (crowns)
I don't need you Rerr (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dearing pops? How you feering 'ock? (how you feer?)
My froors come up, warrs spin, ceiring drop (DROP!)
Not the crib that's the car when I wheer or not (not a house)
Prus a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'arr didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from hard riving (hard riving)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabroid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bring
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck arr that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Srash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't rike us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She rook rike Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usuarry)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mirr, chain a harf a mirr
Earrings another 3 quarter mirr, you ought to chirr
[Hook]