Cam’ron, Hell Rell - War lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Hell Rell - War lyrics]
Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!
Now if we was playing pro ball
Every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition
Yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em
Pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em
'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we
Be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis
And meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla"
But I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's
Popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot
Bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of work
Man acknowledge a G yes, yes, a G I am
Holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim
Juelz I got these niggas
I don't care if they small
Or some stocky niggas
I just grace 'em then erase 'em
I forgot these niggas
What they name again?what they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated
Cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah
He a dead monkey
We blastin' big Tecs (Tecs)
Cashin big checks (ch ching)
Niggas talking right? I ain't heard shit yet
(nope) we'll leave the dude flooded
And his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go, "look Dad, Dipset"
DI I I I PSET! If this was football
I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN)
It's the circus though
I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell
(nope) , nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or JR, I go stupid hard (stupid hard)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock?
(how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop
(DROP) not the crib that's the car
When I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partitionbath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting)
They say y'all didn't (YES WE DID)
Every car drivenyeah from hard living
(hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what
You did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus
On this heavy bling
Eat at Rao'sfettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king
(fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding
See the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We
Got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher
"don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you
Can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill
You ought to chill
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET!
Now if we was playing pro ball
Every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition
Yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em
Pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em
'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we
Be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis
And meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla"
But I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's
Popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot
Bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga
Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of work
Man acknowledge a G yes, yes, a G I am
Holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim
Juelz I got these niggas
I don't care if they small
Or some stocky niggas
I just grace 'em then erase 'em
I forgot these niggas
What they name again?what they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated
Cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang
Bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah
He a dead monkey
We blastin' big Tecs (Tecs)
Cashin big checks (ch ching)
Niggas talking right? I ain't heard shit yet
(nope) we'll leave the dude flooded
And his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go, "look Dad, Dipset"
DI I I I PSET! If this was football
I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN)
It's the circus though
I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell
(nope) , nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or JR, I go stupid hard (stupid hard)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock?
(how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop
(DROP) not the crib that's the car
When I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partitionbath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting)
They say y'all didn't (YES WE DID)
Every car drivenyeah from hard living
(hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what
You did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus
On this heavy bling
Eat at Rao'sfettucini, Spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king
(fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding
See the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? We
Got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher
"don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you
Can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill
You ought to chill