Cam’ron - Curtis lyrics

The truck or the Lamby
Cam be stuffed in some candy
This ain't a label Curtis
I'm freaking with family
See my squad done waited right
Behind them bars that's gated
Hopped out the casket bastard, reincarnated
Yep, so have a seat
This gon' be a masterpiece
I have to beef, he look like a gorilla
With rabbit teeth bugs Monkey
Act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard
Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya head bad
Ya dead mad, but dag that
Security with red flags you bangin' 5
Shootin' rocks and signs my way
Fine play, I keep it nuetral
But my family's 9 Trey soo Woo
My AR lights that stay to
Fight from day to night
When I smack the Lightey brothers
Dave and Mike
Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy ain't the president, he the CEO
Zeke is the president, it's evident
He'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr dre
I fk with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se
Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away
I extended the clip
Never be friends with you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know
Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run with police
You ain't from Southside
You 'bout to get your mouth wide

Cuurtis, uh, rewind it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be nervous
Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy Curtis

Ay yo, check the tale
Girls break they neck and nails
Just for me to sex they tail
But let's talk record sales
Juelz, 800, Jim, 400
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted

Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc
You copper top
My niggas, watch 'em ball, your dudes
I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be clear
Banks bricked, Mobb bricked
Buck ain't been out for three years
Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet Lear
Right to Lennox, ain't no sand
But I'm on my beach chair
Visa knottail, and dog we not frail
You don'r club in New York
You party out in Scotsdale
I can't be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now
And how you livin'
You live in Tyson's hand-me down
Plus you can't be found, I'll
Have you taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus
So I clap a clown

Ay yo man, thanks for all the shout-outs
For my dudes who keep shoutin'
I love it baby they're my brothers
I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute
Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard
You just signed off for Prodigy to go there
Ay yo P, he a sucker
Get away from that dude B
You ain't got no swag with buck teeth
You know how ya ain't got no swag
Whoever let you sign off
On them G-Unit tanktops
Is stupid just like yo' dumb ass
Them is brazier tops
Whoever wore that outside was a homo
Gay ass nigga
Ay yo stop calling my probation officer too
Why you talkin' 'bout my probation
You tryna get me locked up Curtis
Ay yo Curtis you really tryna
Get me locked up you said something about my
Probation on your song
Next thing you know my probation
Officer called me today
Said they need to see me
Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail
It's crazy
How I gotta report to probation next Thursday
I ain't supposed to report for three weeks
I gotta go Thursday and
He mentioned my probation ay yo
Lemme get off this mic now cuz
I know how you get down
Rat ass nigga, that's true story
That's not even a joke, i'm dead serious