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cam ron – war lyrics

(feat. h-ll rell)

[intro: h-ll rell]
yea this sound like a movie right here
well f-ck it, here go the soundtrack!
bullets & gunsmoke! dipset!

[h-ll rell]
now…
if we was playing pro-ball, every game i’d be slamming on ’em
step on my compet-tion, yeah duke i’m standing on them
i ran up on ’em, p-ssy ain’t have his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on ’em, blammed it on ’em, ’til i jammed it on ’em
i got some a-rab’s h-tting me with c-ke
and when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
a camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
tell him i need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
yeah i know “stafalla”, but i’m tryna cop some cars
run up in the club that’s popping and cop the bar
and everything i hear is garbage to me
you know where i be f-ggot, bring the drama to me
i’m presidential n-gg-, bush’ll pay homage to me
i’m putting in alot of work man acknowledge a g….
yes, yes, a gi am, holla if you need some grams
i’m poppin off by myself i don’t need no cam
i don’t need you jim, juelz i got these n-gg-z
i don’t care if they small or some stocky n-gg-z
i just grace ’em then erase ’em, i forgot these n-gg-z….
what they name again?….what they claim again?
yeah these f-ggots hated, cause i’m they rappers favorite
you procrastinated so i got you -ssasinated
shoot ’em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey’s
thought he was a gorilla? nah, he a dead monkey

[hook 2x: cam’ron]
we blastin’ big tecs (tecs!)
cashin’ big checks (ch-ching!)
n-gg-‘s talking right?….i ain’t heard sh-t yet! (nope!)
we’ll leave the dude flooded, and his b-tch wet (wet)
and the kids go…..”look dad dipset!”

[cam’ron]
diiiipset!
if this was football, i’d be scoring touchdowns (touchdooown!)
it’s the circus though, i see some tough clowns (clowns)
i don’t need you rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
no 40 or jr, i go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
what you dealing pops? how you feeling ‘ock? (how you feel?)
my floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)

not the crib that’s the car when i wheel or not (not a house)
plus a part-tion….bath, bar, kitchen
yeah, pa’ sh-ttin (sh-tting), they say y’all didn’t (yes we did!)
every car driven….yeah from hard living (hard living)
hang with mariah, spent the night with vivica
every tabloid 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 bling
eat at reyo’s….fettucini, spaghetti things
cheddy heavy so f-ck being some petty king (f-ck all that)
can’t be nice right? can’t be arrogant
i stab a b-tch over ice, “nancy kerrigan”
slash tonya harding, see the mobster’s mobbing
you don’t like us right? we got ya momma boppin’ (true)
she look like amy fisher, “don’t the range be bigger”? (usually)
that’s a baby mama car you can’t game me n-gg-
my royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill

[hook]

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