Cam’ron - Leave You Alone lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Leave You Alone lyrics]
I wish I could i gotta leave the hood
Alone eventually right? (I don't know)
Leave the 'hood
I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter
Or them damn biscuit's?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs thoughshe can't kick it
(nope) we can't kick it, my man dig it
I Van Wyck it wicked wiggle, the man wicked
Rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers
Rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace I I
Society"think about Chauncey
(shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya
Shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school
Her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her
Shot in the airyeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a
Fraternitythe bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich notshe could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at Mickey Dees
They Big Mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters
Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers
With Kelina can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a
License for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
$60k to rob the kid
Them cases never made 'em stick
I can promise this
You dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any
Nigga and bomb a bitch
My accomplicesthey remain annonymous
And they gon stay there
I sweari'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tomjanavich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadanhonor it
(y'all won't eat) y'all won't eat
I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posturei gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado"
(that's chips) chicksduct tape em
Turn 'em overbutt rape 'em
Gramscut, shave 'em, damn hair cut shavin'
But bust on her hussers like a lustwes Craven
That's the hustlei'm old school
You must page him
Whatever love hate em, won't dotouch, play em
Degrade em? talk slickfuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over youhork spit
Beef on Bobby block
Right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies dropthen
Skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
Fourth of July: M80's, cherry bombs
(what's that?) they'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends
They had 'em like the Benz:
His eyes was bugged watch the don poke you
But for $4500 I will John Doe you
Your moms won't know you (KILLA)
Alone eventually right? (I don't know)
Leave the 'hood
I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)
When Mikey gon' get that butter
Or them damn biscuit's?!
Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs thoughshe can't kick it
(nope) we can't kick it, my man dig it
I Van Wyck it wicked wiggle, the man wicked
Rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)
But it backfired, air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers
Rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace I I
Society"think about Chauncey
(shhh, think about that)
The snitch factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya
Shit for you pitch after
Get dadda, Michelle home from school
Her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her
Shot in the airyeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a
Fraternitythe bitch "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her
In the hood, bitch cracker
Now Rich notshe could of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at Mickey Dees
They Big Mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters
Titus gained Arthritis
Cops they train the buyers
With Kelina can't indict us (nope)
He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a
License for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit
Agents on some hater shit
$60k to rob the kid
Them cases never made 'em stick
I can promise this
You dealing with a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any
Nigga and bomb a bitch
My accomplicesthey remain annonymous
And they gon stay there
I sweari'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like Tomjanavich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadanhonor it
(y'all won't eat) y'all won't eat
I'm unloading a lobster & pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posturei gotcha
Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado"
(that's chips) chicksduct tape em
Turn 'em overbutt rape 'em
Gramscut, shave 'em, damn hair cut shavin'
But bust on her hussers like a lustwes Craven
That's the hustlei'm old school
You must page him
Whatever love hate em, won't dotouch, play em
Degrade em? talk slickfuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over youhork spit
Beef on Bobby block
Right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies dropthen
Skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very long
Fourth of July: M80's, cherry bombs
(what's that?) they'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends
They had 'em like the Benz:
His eyes was bugged watch the don poke you
But for $4500 I will John Doe you
Your moms won't know you (KILLA)