Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Tell U a True Story lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Tell U a True Story lyrics]
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come back with after 6 months
This filth? What the peanut butter
And jelly bullshit going on
Huh brazzi? Ya niggas
Ain’t even worth my fucking rhymes, man yeah
I
Tried to be modest on y’all bitch ass niggas
But I guess I am the fucking best
Man these old
Niggas coming out with this bullshit
Man you ain’t even got no "Ether" for
Me, man? Huh? This nigga older than
Me and still a little nigga
Man but what I’ma do is I’ma tell you a true
Story this right here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that pissed on himsеlf
You might’ve called him Shorty Shit
Stain? You know the
Shorty Shit Stain on your block? That’s him
But anyway man, bеsides that
We see this faggot nigga downtown
At the W Hotel he from the Bronx queens
Don’t let him fool y’all he’s a
Faggot from the Bronx he comes over there
To try to get a new
Identity with y’all he’s a homo please
Don’t be fooled but anyway
We see the faggot nigga down at the W
My man Five Finger knows that nigga
He tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m just trying to rhyme
I’m just trying to get on i
Ain’t on it like that" "You sure?"
"I’m-I’m sure" "Okay, you could leave now"
We let him leave
I see the same bitch ass nigga
At the MTV Awards with
The kid, um, Wiz, from "Oochie
Wally" and, um, my man, e e’s a
Young nigga he’s coming up he’s a
Real nigga i’ll tell you about
E in a minute but they want to get my number
You know, to squash the whole shit
And because of E
I gave them my number i gave them
My number only because of E that
Was my little man i used to
Give E pies he used to
Flip them shit's like he had
Spatulas, right in the Bridge
But that’s another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What set you claim?"
I’m like, "Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah what are you talking about, man?"
"Nah, I’m So-and-so
I’m only squashing it for Nas
And them on the strength
‘cause you claim this and mans is
Doing that and they claim this
That and the third"
But while he’s talking, I hear an operator
Come on about two minutes later saying
"This phone call is from a federal
Prison in New York State"
I said, "What kind of peanut butter and
Jelly shit is this?" You feel me, brazzi?
I hung the phone up on that bitch ass nigga i
Mean what kind of um, ah, aye, it ain’t even
That’s self-explanatory i’m not even
Gonna get into that
But worse than that, the kid E
Back to my man E e
Is with Queensbridge he’s from
The Bridge he’s with Nas and
Them that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got to get ready
To do a bid i need 500 dollars"
I’m thinking to myself
"Wasn’t you just with Nas and you’re
Calling me for 5?" I’m
Like it’s all good ‘cause that’s
My man from back in
The days you need 5 cash
You got it boom come meet me you
Need five, you got five but this
Dude is from the Bridge
Vernon side i mean he’s
With Nas and them if you don’t get
The gist of what I’m trying to
Tell you, that’s like my man, Jim
Jones, Santana and one of them, going
To Nas asking for 500 dollars
Your crew ain’t for you, huh? My niggas? We
Got 2002, 2003, we ordered the 2004
To be here this January, out, guaranteed
But I mean, this nigga never
Been a leader anyway, man he abandoned
The firm he yelling out Bravehearts but
Running behind Murder Inc yo
Shout out to Gotti and Ja y’all some smart
Ass niggas, man i’m proud of y’all niggas
Man y’all gon’ have Nas
Rapping another ten years
For y’all niggas you gon’ be working for
Ja he gonna retire in two years, man
You gon’ be 48 rapping
You dumbass hmph but what the
Fuck I really expect
Man? This nigga can’t even control his baby
Mother this bitch holding press conferences
Going to the newspaper
I mean like goddamn she got more press
Out this shit than everybody me
I would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying to these
People talking ‘bout niggas got my jewelry
Man I got robbed please check
Me all the jewels
Is here, man they ain’t going
Nowhere holla at your boy, man
Stop lying to these fucking people
Man stop i’m the truth
Man, but what I am going to do
I’ma double up i’m putting eight rings on one
Hand i’ma wear 42 chains i’ma get
Another hole in each ear and I’ma
Start rocking four earrings at
A time, and I’m coming out
Dolo, Holla at your boy, man
Yeah y’all
Ayo, Santana, holla at these niggas, man
This nigga got to be stupid
Nashawn, running his mouth, man
Why did he do this?
He don’t understand it’s not just the music
It’s war, violence included
And I will abuse it (Yup)
Shoot and pop at your movement
Don’t get mad ‘cause we’re the champions
And y’all are the losers
Y’all are the duckers
My squad is the shooters
Y’all are the pumpers, my squad is the movers
Y’all ain’t fucking with us
Keep laying them dry threats
I’ll make it hard for you to
Digest the food that you process
Now you’re really fucking with God’s best
I will point
I will aim and fly planes in your projects
You ain’t nothing but a sidekick
Rolling, strolling, and holding on Nas dick
I’m a star standing next to a star
See me, you see Cam
You see a car next to a car
I see you, I see your man in a next nigga car
It’s obvious Nas got no respect for his squad
You got sent on a doja mission
You’s a bitch with ho intentions
You need to get fucked
That’s why I sent some homos to come get you
Lolo, Bobo, and Mr pump Pistols
You faggots is done dizzle for rizzle
You’re fucking with boys that
Grip and pump pistols
Talk about chains being snatched
Cormega snatched yours and gave it back
Pause rewind, your peoples can’t ignore me
No Ether can’t destroy me, I’m here for real
Fucker yeah
Fuckers
I heard you, Santana yes sir this is none
Other Jim Jones, nigga capo
Status Dipset, nigga
You fucking little faggot
Nashawn, you little punk, man, I’m way out
Your league, and you know this
Man i would’ve sent my YG’s to come get you
I’ll let Lil Neenee fuck you
Up, You little faggot, man i
Got a couple things to say
To you, man my man, and them playing
Fucking Roulette with your fucking punk
Ass you fucking, you’re crying, man
Listen, you know what else, man
How you gonna go home, man? You’re
Not allowed in the BX man no
You’re not allowed in ghost town
No more you heard me please
We gon’ ride on that, man
As for Nas, man, I guess you
Ain’t Muslim no more, man, so you know what
That means i’m going to smack that fucking
Kufi off your fucking head, man
‘cause I had a little issue with my
Akis, man they was telling me, "be
Cool with the, with the little fucking kufi
Shit", but nope here it goes
Kufi straight off your fucking punk
Ass head i called you
A hermaphrodite before, but you’re really
A transvestite, you little homo
Man and I’ma stop wasting my
Breath on you, man you’re speaking to a
CEO, nigga capo Status, I’m the boss
Man you’re not
Even a don, man you’re not even a capo
Man you’re on a man i don’t know the
Clergy system
But I know you’re the fucking little
Doja in the regime, you little faggot, man
Diplomat Records, man that’s what’s up
You hear me? And I ain’t
Famous, man all the famous people
Know me, and I’m real
So please do the history on that holla
Shit, man i guess these niggas
Don’t get it at all
Man i don’t know what the fuck
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come back with after 6 months
This filth? What the peanut butter
And jelly bullshit going on
Huh brazzi? Ya niggas
Ain’t even worth my fucking rhymes, man yeah
I
Tried to be modest on y’all bitch ass niggas
But I guess I am the fucking best
Man these old
Niggas coming out with this bullshit
Man you ain’t even got no "Ether" for
Me, man? Huh? This nigga older than
Me and still a little nigga
Man but what I’ma do is I’ma tell you a true
Story this right here is true still
This is real life right here this little
Faggot nigga Naynay, he’s
A little dirt boy you know the nigga on
Your block that you, that pissed on himsеlf
You might’ve called him Shorty Shit
Stain? You know the
Shorty Shit Stain on your block? That’s him
But anyway man, bеsides that
We see this faggot nigga downtown
At the W Hotel he from the Bronx queens
Don’t let him fool y’all he’s a
Faggot from the Bronx he comes over there
To try to get a new
Identity with y’all he’s a homo please
Don’t be fooled but anyway
We see the faggot nigga down at the W
My man Five Finger knows that nigga
He tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m just trying to rhyme
I’m just trying to get on i
Ain’t on it like that" "You sure?"
"I’m-I’m sure" "Okay, you could leave now"
We let him leave
I see the same bitch ass nigga
At the MTV Awards with
The kid, um, Wiz, from "Oochie
Wally" and, um, my man, e e’s a
Young nigga he’s coming up he’s a
Real nigga i’ll tell you about
E in a minute but they want to get my number
You know, to squash the whole shit
And because of E
I gave them my number i gave them
My number only because of E that
Was my little man i used to
Give E pies he used to
Flip them shit's like he had
Spatulas, right in the Bridge
But that’s another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What set you claim?"
I’m like, "Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah what are you talking about, man?"
"Nah, I’m So-and-so
I’m only squashing it for Nas
And them on the strength
‘cause you claim this and mans is
Doing that and they claim this
That and the third"
But while he’s talking, I hear an operator
Come on about two minutes later saying
"This phone call is from a federal
Prison in New York State"
I said, "What kind of peanut butter and
Jelly shit is this?" You feel me, brazzi?
I hung the phone up on that bitch ass nigga i
Mean what kind of um, ah, aye, it ain’t even
That’s self-explanatory i’m not even
Gonna get into that
But worse than that, the kid E
Back to my man E e
Is with Queensbridge he’s from
The Bridge he’s with Nas and
Them that’s just my
Man we have some other business we do
I see him with Nas at
The MTV awards he calls me about
Two weeks later, "Yo Cam
I got to go in i got to get ready
To do a bid i need 500 dollars"
I’m thinking to myself
"Wasn’t you just with Nas and you’re
Calling me for 5?" I’m
Like it’s all good ‘cause that’s
My man from back in
The days you need 5 cash
You got it boom come meet me you
Need five, you got five but this
Dude is from the Bridge
Vernon side i mean he’s
With Nas and them if you don’t get
The gist of what I’m trying to
Tell you, that’s like my man, Jim
Jones, Santana and one of them, going
To Nas asking for 500 dollars
Your crew ain’t for you, huh? My niggas? We
Got 2002, 2003, we ordered the 2004
To be here this January, out, guaranteed
But I mean, this nigga never
Been a leader anyway, man he abandoned
The firm he yelling out Bravehearts but
Running behind Murder Inc yo
Shout out to Gotti and Ja y’all some smart
Ass niggas, man i’m proud of y’all niggas
Man y’all gon’ have Nas
Rapping another ten years
For y’all niggas you gon’ be working for
Ja he gonna retire in two years, man
You gon’ be 48 rapping
You dumbass hmph but what the
Fuck I really expect
Man? This nigga can’t even control his baby
Mother this bitch holding press conferences
Going to the newspaper
I mean like goddamn she got more press
Out this shit than everybody me
I would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying to these
People talking ‘bout niggas got my jewelry
Man I got robbed please check
Me all the jewels
Is here, man they ain’t going
Nowhere holla at your boy, man
Stop lying to these fucking people
Man stop i’m the truth
Man, but what I am going to do
I’ma double up i’m putting eight rings on one
Hand i’ma wear 42 chains i’ma get
Another hole in each ear and I’ma
Start rocking four earrings at
A time, and I’m coming out
Dolo, Holla at your boy, man
Yeah y’all
Ayo, Santana, holla at these niggas, man
This nigga got to be stupid
Nashawn, running his mouth, man
Why did he do this?
He don’t understand it’s not just the music
It’s war, violence included
And I will abuse it (Yup)
Shoot and pop at your movement
Don’t get mad ‘cause we’re the champions
And y’all are the losers
Y’all are the duckers
My squad is the shooters
Y’all are the pumpers, my squad is the movers
Y’all ain’t fucking with us
Keep laying them dry threats
I’ll make it hard for you to
Digest the food that you process
Now you’re really fucking with God’s best
I will point
I will aim and fly planes in your projects
You ain’t nothing but a sidekick
Rolling, strolling, and holding on Nas dick
I’m a star standing next to a star
See me, you see Cam
You see a car next to a car
I see you, I see your man in a next nigga car
It’s obvious Nas got no respect for his squad
You got sent on a doja mission
You’s a bitch with ho intentions
You need to get fucked
That’s why I sent some homos to come get you
Lolo, Bobo, and Mr pump Pistols
You faggots is done dizzle for rizzle
You’re fucking with boys that
Grip and pump pistols
Talk about chains being snatched
Cormega snatched yours and gave it back
Pause rewind, your peoples can’t ignore me
No Ether can’t destroy me, I’m here for real
Fucker yeah
Fuckers
I heard you, Santana yes sir this is none
Other Jim Jones, nigga capo
Status Dipset, nigga
You fucking little faggot
Nashawn, you little punk, man, I’m way out
Your league, and you know this
Man i would’ve sent my YG’s to come get you
I’ll let Lil Neenee fuck you
Up, You little faggot, man i
Got a couple things to say
To you, man my man, and them playing
Fucking Roulette with your fucking punk
Ass you fucking, you’re crying, man
Listen, you know what else, man
How you gonna go home, man? You’re
Not allowed in the BX man no
You’re not allowed in ghost town
No more you heard me please
We gon’ ride on that, man
As for Nas, man, I guess you
Ain’t Muslim no more, man, so you know what
That means i’m going to smack that fucking
Kufi off your fucking head, man
‘cause I had a little issue with my
Akis, man they was telling me, "be
Cool with the, with the little fucking kufi
Shit", but nope here it goes
Kufi straight off your fucking punk
Ass head i called you
A hermaphrodite before, but you’re really
A transvestite, you little homo
Man and I’ma stop wasting my
Breath on you, man you’re speaking to a
CEO, nigga capo Status, I’m the boss
Man you’re not
Even a don, man you’re not even a capo
Man you’re on a man i don’t know the
Clergy system
But I know you’re the fucking little
Doja in the regime, you little faggot, man
Diplomat Records, man that’s what’s up
You hear me? And I ain’t
Famous, man all the famous people
Know me, and I’m real
So please do the history on that holla
Shit, man i guess these niggas
Don’t get it at all
Man i don’t know what the fuck