Cam’ron - Uwasntthere lyrics

People were scared of me
My dad ain't care for me
Thank God for Toy Dawkins
She took care of me
Bloodshed was there for me
When death was looking in
My mom was doing hard grandma Dot took me in
Argued with Grampa Jerry
Schemed with Uncle Teddy
Ain't fuck with Cousin Joe he was too petty
Thanks to Dave & Rock, that was nice of y'all
They wouldn't give me work
(Why?) 'cause I was nice in ball
This was the 9th grade
Working out with barbells
Then me and Hud bought 50 grams
Thought we was a cartel
What was we smuggling, I was struggling
Rapping, playing ball, plus hustling
Digga did tracks for me big L rapped with me
AJ held the guns, he'll still clap for me
Shout to Chasity, her sister Daphony
They drove across the bridge for us
Yes the Tappan Zee (yes)
Let me speed up the story of pain and agony
Finally got a deal, more like a tragedy
Good looking Lance Rivera
Jacob for backing me
But I get money on these streets man
Factually actually, Dominican Rich just gave
Some smack to me and I had coke already
Came up with a strategy
Kept it at Kim crib, the stove locked it up
Fat Shawn rocked it up
DukedaGod chopped it up
Stash box in the car, hit the button
Stock it up i was wilding man
And got up with the Taliban

After that it was a wrap had Ohio on tilt
In Chicago, yo
I'm ballin' I felt like I'm Wilt
And that's the truth of how the
Funding for Dipset was built
Why they give me these odds?
This goddamn city of ours, the city of God
Still I drove off in the prettiest cars
Some was unfortunate, pine box or orphanage
Watching your siblings turning
Into foster kids

Shed a motherfuckin’ tear here right now, man
You wasn’t there you wasn’t there
You was there ayo, British, you was there
You was there what up, Bubsy!
That little two-bedroom in Ohio
That townhouse in Chicago you was there
What up, Freeze? What up, Kitta
Ayo Chubs, I’m lying? Hold your head Joe
Columbus, Ohio, baby
Ayo, , we ain’t tear Dayton up?
Aye yo, ‘Trice, I ain’t do Cincinnati filthy?
Camilla, Chicago, I ain’t forget about you
Ayyo, what up that West Side yo
Duke, I still love you
Nigga Westside Chicago
Fuck outta here ‘fore I fuck
Around and cry tho, man
Mo’ Money, she was there