Cam’ron, Don Q - Hello lyrics

Had to do this far my man, Murph

Don

Killa! HELLO!
Rip Murph!

Talking to lead, I'm one of the last few
Had to get my respect, it was past due
Through with my past
I just reminisce when I pass through
Movin' them bags
Tryin' to get 'em flipped 'til my stash grew
Shooters that blast over the nonsense
When the cash blue ask who? He was there
When nobody actually cared real shit
Had to share his kicks for half of the year
And now I take mine and
I take his daughter shopping
Same nigga pull up to your
Door with the 40 knockin'
I got niggas quarter coppin'
Coke in the water, lockin'
All they ever knew was hustle
Cause they never saw an option
I'm hearin' the sneak dissin'
I'm tryin' to ignore the gossip
Third tape better be an earthquake
Before I drop it i hear the hoes ponderin'
I got a cult followin' joe Carroll
I throw arrows into your soul hollerin'
I probably not the most known
But I'm the most confident
The most relatable, no debatable
Most dominant i'm in need of a blessin'
I'm blowin' weed to the heavens
Cause in my dream I was destined
To see me speedin' in 7s
When you look in the mirror, nigga
And see your reflection
Is you really or not?
That's the easiest question i'm around OG's
That was sellin' keys out the Westin
Never leave ya protection
And never speak off confessions
Y'all niggas getting lost
When they only need a direction
Feel it when you look at his momma face
And see the aggression dON!

HELLO aw man
Harlem World hELLO
High Bridge hELLO
Bronx, Queens hELLO
Brooklyn hELLO
Staten Island hELLO
Aw man my bad ladies
HELLO you gettin' money?
HELLO you fuck with snitches?
HELL No ok
HELLO hELLO
HELLO aw man

He know killers, y'all know Killa
Fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
Bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
R-IP to Mike but I'm the real Thriller
I'm done with that though
I ain't beefin' with the family man
Shit I'm still in the PJ's like candy man
With dudes sellin' whole halves of candy yams
Despite that the garage look like Candy Land
Candy painted, ain't nothin' about me tainted
Drove every car, you name it, look homie
Come get acquainted
Can't change it or rearrange it
Disclaimer because I'm heinous
The 9 will make you famous
Blaow! That's for the plaintiff
The gun range no goggles
The targets they testin' nozzles
The bullets they on point
Them points you call hollows
In the club we get the bottles
We leave it we hit the throttle
Then pull up inside McDonald's with
Porn stars and models
Look nigga you can't erase me
Debate me, rape me, I'm Spacey
These bitches, they want my baby, nah baby
But you can taste me
The guns got no safety, in DC
For when they grazed me
And I ain't been postin' lately
Y'all would really hate me
Yeah homie, it's a blessin'
I'm here to answer the questions
I'm the OG Don Q was
Talkin' 'bout at the Westin
Yeah, yeah, baby let that molly rock
Niggas suckas, I'ma start sellin' lollipops

HELLO aw man
She sniffed a line hELLO
Damn that ass fat hELLO
Down south hELLO
Midwest hELLO
West coast hELLO
Aw man hELLO
You gettin money? HELLO
You actin funny? Hell no
Ok hELLO
HELLO hELLO
Aw man