Cam’ron - Shanghai lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Shanghai lyrics]
You fuckin' faggot! I'm tired of this shit!
You feel sorry for who?
Gave you head before I stormed in
And the problemmuthafucka yo I want in!
Oh I play to win! Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While y'all are born in and sworn in
In the store you fake bringing the corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
I know how you get your money
Don't insult me shutup
For me not steppin you can fault me
Yeah, I chilled
But we are about to split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill oh your man
He thinks he's wise tell him chill
He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
Yo, I relate to him
And I'll put eight through him
When I skate to him and my co-d
I don't think you know whats taped to him
But think Oklahoma
I'll have this whole fuckin store
With that smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real quick, real sick pull out dick
Nigga go on and rip
I'll turn this whole fucking clip
Into some O-Dogg shit close that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your storekills em! It
Fulfills your needs you
Got Now and Latersseeds nigga Lee Dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
No it's no time to cry
Yo yall getting live yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga like five-0
In America the product is coke and weed
In China, the product is dope and speed
The Columbians got the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme
Now your store gross a mil' a week
And my niggas on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beef so give us half
Or I guarantee baby you gonna feel the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of July so if you wanna chat
We can if you wanna scrap
We can but I feel like Jackie Chan
Exactly man the Don grew
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for Bi not to calm you
Now it's a done deal yo
There ain't no bluffin kid
And tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact I know yall
I know where that machete at give me that
Blamm! That's when the chink had flipped
Then grabs me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a puddle of blood
Is where that bitch laid
Yall ain't got to sweat me yo
Now you see that we
For real nigga LET ME GO! Fuck up off me!
Realize Im the loose one
Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give me them tapes ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em but back to the topic
My deal to the floor in a week
I can bring about 10 thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the deal either take
It or leave it cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze it
And you know that Im that type
And my shorties they'll be
Here some time tonight
You know Ninya, the ninja wit China white?
They got some shit that will fuck
Around and blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And I'mma sign it right the thirst way
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to have to see
Your ass nigga on herse day in the worst way