Cam’ron - Why They lyrics

See you lucky man you lucky
To be around me nigga
You better take on the oxygen you
Suckin' all the H2O nigga
My new name is motherfuckin' Velcro
The way niggas stick to me, no homo

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely
Dame and big shots to like wayne and biggs
No need explain ya dig
Someone come claim this kid
He a fraud, the city morgue
Gon' claim his wig
Wanna be famous? Well the game is rigged
This is Harlem where we scramble crack
Beef come handle that
Melt them down to candle wax
Pump water we camel backs
Not camel toes, sandal cats can't do jack
Place a order well cancel that Jaffe set it
Any problems baby, come to Harlem baby
We drive several coupes
Gray orange cherry coupes
Girls ball like Cheryl swoopes
Dudes hustle on every stoop your Jimmy Choo
The beef and brocs ma are very cute
I'm like a can of Campbell's bitch
Yeah I'm very soup look the kid done rose
From sleepin' with roaches
In my nostrils, pick my nose
Damn mice bit my toes
We slingin' keep ya ratchet bang
It don't forget ya codes
Lived in 56 and 46 live my crows
My grandmother fought they
Grandmother Mrs rose
Uncle came down, gat explode
That case disclose cause we'll damage ya
Amateurs don't play with pros they compose
Nice girls they get turned to naked hoes
They wanna get the boy
Hand cuff wrist the boy
Cause I'm the cookie monster, yep Chips Ahoy!
Ahoy from over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me, huh
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me man
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me, huh

See my mind designa dump
Pump when I find the pump
I'ma lift him ten feet she
Said he ain't tryna duck
Do like my hair cut
Line 'em up I lay 'em down sign 'em up
I swear to God garbage bags in line and drunk
I keep loaded guns, for every five bricks
My connect throw me one
You don't know me son
Like I love rhymin', I'm just a thug shinin'
And leave the club blinded by
The damn blood diamond
(Not Leonardo) I hug the block
It hug me back, yeah trust I'm grindin'
I told my watch
Now look at my watch love my timin'
Name stop, drop it, dog you not poppin'
When I'ma stop frontin'
When ya mom stop coppin'
Shit you not rockin', stop watchin'
Glock cocked dots shots in, call 'em re-run
He pop lockin'
When I stop his heart with some head shots
Better yet he Barney Rubble, he in Bedrock
Yeah you know we dead
When the grass is green
And the suit's is black, and the roses red
That's the kiss of death baby boy go to bed
And I don't kiss ma
I know ya head so go ahead
I start wildin' on you
I tell you it won't be polite
You mad I'm stylin' on you, duck down
Weave the right
Pull the gat out, two shots, peace goodnight

Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me, huh
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me man
Why they fuckin' with me why
They fuckin' with me, huh