Cam’ron - Think About It lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Think About It lyrics]
Nobody talkin' to nobody no more
That's the problem man
Everybody runnin' around
Do what they want do
Til two in they ass, no homo
Uhh, no degree, but I got knowledge of self
I, polish my style
Lace my wallets with wealth
Now I acknowledge my health
In the mirror I just smile at myself (damn)
You think you fly? Feel like a pilot myself
Violence - I move in silence
I announce it as stealth
Four pound to the bouncer
Try pronouncin' my belt
Pounds - half a pound, kilos, ounces I dealt
Heat, you clowns would just melt
Beat niggas down, give 'em welts
The streets is fucked up
Government givin' no help
They get high off the water
Niggas livin' like Phelps
My block, had millimeters
Hollow points was the finest
A better word to define us, the 140th niners
(word) why? Nine 9's, 9 to 9
We ain't care if you was deaf, dumb
Stupid or blind
Stoop to stoop with them dimes
Recruit the youth losin' they mind
Build a bomb, put 'em on
Yeah, coupe to coupe when we shine, shine
Nah mean? Ain't no chorus on this man
Just roll one up and think about it man
I don't sell wolf tickets
I don't tell you no lies
I don't sell dreams man think about it
Don't sell yourself short neither
If you're easy to get you're easy to for-get
Remember that
Man listen, you'll be John Doe
I run with some no namers
Never met celebrity
Don't even wanna know famous
(they ain't with it)
I call 'em my disclaimers that tote stainless
5th bangers from La Havana, no inglés
(español) what you want baby? E, Molly
Or nose English? She said "number 3", oh
You feelin' cocaineish
Turn fiend, b ball rapper or a dope singer
In an alley self abortin' with a coat hanger
To this environment
Understand that I'm no stranger
Mo' money, mo' homicide, mo' danger
The love is fake, the hate is real
And yo' anger gon' leave him with broke
Fingers, believe me, he's no gangsta
I come from poverty, for that coke
Ma was starvin' me
Curvin' me for that Ramen need
Fronto leaf for this harmony long nights
Long johns while armed for the robbery
A life of crime
This life of mine I swear I need a warranty
Just let that joint ride out man
And I just smoked 8 blunts, I'm high man
Shit fade out
That's the problem man
Everybody runnin' around
Do what they want do
Til two in they ass, no homo
Uhh, no degree, but I got knowledge of self
I, polish my style
Lace my wallets with wealth
Now I acknowledge my health
In the mirror I just smile at myself (damn)
You think you fly? Feel like a pilot myself
Violence - I move in silence
I announce it as stealth
Four pound to the bouncer
Try pronouncin' my belt
Pounds - half a pound, kilos, ounces I dealt
Heat, you clowns would just melt
Beat niggas down, give 'em welts
The streets is fucked up
Government givin' no help
They get high off the water
Niggas livin' like Phelps
My block, had millimeters
Hollow points was the finest
A better word to define us, the 140th niners
(word) why? Nine 9's, 9 to 9
We ain't care if you was deaf, dumb
Stupid or blind
Stoop to stoop with them dimes
Recruit the youth losin' they mind
Build a bomb, put 'em on
Yeah, coupe to coupe when we shine, shine
Nah mean? Ain't no chorus on this man
Just roll one up and think about it man
I don't sell wolf tickets
I don't tell you no lies
I don't sell dreams man think about it
Don't sell yourself short neither
If you're easy to get you're easy to for-get
Remember that
Man listen, you'll be John Doe
I run with some no namers
Never met celebrity
Don't even wanna know famous
(they ain't with it)
I call 'em my disclaimers that tote stainless
5th bangers from La Havana, no inglés
(español) what you want baby? E, Molly
Or nose English? She said "number 3", oh
You feelin' cocaineish
Turn fiend, b ball rapper or a dope singer
In an alley self abortin' with a coat hanger
To this environment
Understand that I'm no stranger
Mo' money, mo' homicide, mo' danger
The love is fake, the hate is real
And yo' anger gon' leave him with broke
Fingers, believe me, he's no gangsta
I come from poverty, for that coke
Ma was starvin' me
Curvin' me for that Ramen need
Fronto leaf for this harmony long nights
Long johns while armed for the robbery
A life of crime
This life of mine I swear I need a warranty
Just let that joint ride out man
And I just smoked 8 blunts, I'm high man
Shit fade out