Cam’ron - D rugs 2 lyrics

I'm back on the street wit heat
Oh boy it's good
Only two months in, damn my lawyers good
Ten bricks and a body that's licorice
Tell the DA, fly fuckin' witnesses
Sittin in the cell, I could just vomit
I took the word of Elijah Mohammed
Became wiser as promised
Lies not honest, got ties with congress
I don't hate to see the boys
(Why) cause the tapes can be destroyed
They on the beat walkers
In my socks searchin me
It's not hurtin me, most cops work for me
Yo where Qweet, what up ma muah what
Where D at, damn yo we need that
Yo yo, my earnin' in question
I'm burnin' and sweatin'
You knowin' jail turn me depressing
I ain't learnin my lesson
You just a dumb spouse
I ain't gone run mouth
I know where to find D rugsover Un's house
(talking)
Get the Fuck off me, I'm goin to Un house
Get the fuck off me

Yo, I knocked on the door
Yo yo how it's lookin Un?
You seen d rugs, yeah I was cookin him
I ran to the kitchen
Oh my God damn look at him!
What's the problem with him Un
Yo he lookin slim!
What you ain't treat him right
What's wrong he ain't eatin right
You fuckin wit him that's
Why you sneezin right what you mean duke
Wit d rugs ya ass will get a mean tooth
You lookin like a fiend too
But he made me chedda
I'll take him to the death wit me
He felt the same, so the nigga left wit me
Now we back, and dealin in hoods, huh
Reunited and it feel so good
Fiends comin thru in fleeces and sweaters
Increasin my chedda
Happy just to see us together
Now we round up new click
Competition too sick
D rugs black blue six, woooo shit

It's like I'm born to rock on the block
Still clockin
Me and D rugs hug but they still watchin
No options
She said man keep them mills poppin
The only way to keep you in
They got to kill Cochran
But he mixed business and pleasure
He get to me and I'm a Geto Boy
My mind playin tricks on me
Optional, ay yo "he still fuck wit ya moms?"
Naw man that's impossible
"Yo I heard she left the hospital"
So I stepped to em both, needless to lie
My mother told me "naw Cam
Chill he was prescribed"
She got to take him twice a
Day to keep her alive
And I'm sittin' here shocked yo
Rain don't stop yo
What's that the lots yo, who that the cops yo
Female Tahoe, connect wit the Brosco
Fuck a hard case, I'm from a mob race
Why does this fuckin' feel like
The end of Scarface i'mma sucha sober
Flip d rugs up to smell the odor
Told him, he fked us over
Then popped girl, to my mother
Told her I love her
Plugged her, now only God can judge her
Now after this tragedy, d rugs laughed at me
He was here way before
And he'll be here after me
Now here come the cops and
The whole fkin' calvary
Snorted d rugs and had them
Niggas blast at me