Cam’ron, Max B - You Gotta Love It lyrics
[Cam’ron, Max B - You Gotta Love It lyrics]
Uh Dipset! 'Fore I set it off
Okay first off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin' this
I'ma just name five reasons
Real quick, got 150, got 150
First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second, you stole Kanye from Dame
Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame
Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond
Up before them shots was fired
Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby
You 37 years old you was born in 1968 and
I open the Daily News
How's the king of New York
Rockin' sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with chancletas
With jeans on
How's the king of New York rockin' sandals
With jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to business
You ain't the only one with big wallets
Got it, my shit's brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Ms wallace
Honest, stealing Big's shit, he
Made two albums, you wilding
And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him?
It was Rocawear when Dame had it
Now you got it, call it Cockawear
Heh not in here
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no
Dame and Biggs' bitch for years
Now you Juan ho he own the 40
40, got you in Atlantic City
Pitch your budget outta Baseline
Goddamn it's pretty you love a Harlem nigga
We get it cooking it's true but now I look
We got more dudes in Brooklyn than you
Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video
I should've kissed you on the cheek
You a pretty ho
And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan
I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan
How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam
I don't suck dick or kiss
Ass and I'm conceited, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro
You can fool the rest of the
World long as New York know
We put you under ground clown
They gon' check the cellars
I know he 40 years old
I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers
Plus the grinders and the sellers
You's a customer buster
Here go jet propellers
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga)
Who can fuck with me? No mammal
But we tote handles
At your open toe sandals
And you look like Joe Camel
Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact
But bust this fly joint they
Put inside his contract
I left the label right
Lot of cats wonder how
Every time I diss that label I
Get fined a hundred thou'
Just for telling y'all
I get fined a hundred thou'
Huh them cats are ill
Five times a half a mil' wars to play
Like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but
Them cats are daffodils
East Coast, West Coast
Slang yo cap get peeled
Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real
Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyoncé fiancé, check my second LP
I might bring it back, that's your girl
That's your world had the thing
Fucking singing 'bout slinging crack
Mr roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella
Still got our acapellas
But I will Akinyele ya
(Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth)
It ain't my fault I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore
Sucker for love, hmm hmm sucker for love
Kill a bitch, go to trial
Hand be stuffed in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed
Dawg gon' just pop off her head
Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready, brake off
Bluff, professional concert
Sell out 25 thousand
Acting like you gon' diss us
You got anthrax over there man
And we George Bush man
You on some Saddam Hussein
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did
You making secret songs man
Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man
And all I did was battle once
Everybody getting ready to step to the plate
And I'ma step up again and slam
Grand-slam yo ass pardon me
Dipset! I know you, I know you like that
I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder
Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son
Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like
Where they at?
I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog
Round one, let the games begin doggie
Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more
You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man
You ugly! My man Un said you look like
Fraggle Rock and all that
You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga
Nigga oh!
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
Oh shit
Yo dude make sure you got them old vocals
Bring 'em up real quick!
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
Yup, yup that's her, yup we got 'em
Okay first off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm doin' this
I'ma just name five reasons
Real quick, got 150, got 150
First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame
Second, you stole Kanye from Dame
Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame
Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond
Up before them shots was fired
Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby
You 37 years old you was born in 1968 and
I open the Daily News
How's the king of New York
Rockin' sandals with jeans?
Open toe sandals with chancletas
With jeans on
How's the king of New York rockin' sandals
With jeans and he 42 years old?
Back to business
You ain't the only one with big wallets
Got it, my shit's brollic, dot it
But your publishing should go to Ms wallace
Honest, stealing Big's shit, he
Made two albums, you wilding
And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him?
It was Rocawear when Dame had it
Now you got it, call it Cockawear
Heh not in here
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no
Dame and Biggs' bitch for years
Now you Juan ho he own the 40
40, got you in Atlantic City
Pitch your budget outta Baseline
Goddamn it's pretty you love a Harlem nigga
We get it cooking it's true but now I look
We got more dudes in Brooklyn than you
Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video
I should've kissed you on the cheek
You a pretty ho
And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan
I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan
How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam
I don't suck dick or kiss
Ass and I'm conceited, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro
You can fool the rest of the
World long as New York know
We put you under ground clown
They gon' check the cellars
I know he 40 years old
I don't respect my elders
I respect the hustlers
Plus the grinders and the sellers
You's a customer buster
Here go jet propellers
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga)
Who can fuck with me? No mammal
But we tote handles
At your open toe sandals
And you look like Joe Camel
Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact
But bust this fly joint they
Put inside his contract
I left the label right
Lot of cats wonder how
Every time I diss that label I
Get fined a hundred thou'
Just for telling y'all
I get fined a hundred thou'
Huh them cats are ill
Five times a half a mil' wars to play
Like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but
Them cats are daffodils
East Coast, West Coast
Slang yo cap get peeled
Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real
Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyoncé fiancé, check my second LP
I might bring it back, that's your girl
That's your world had the thing
Fucking singing 'bout slinging crack
Mr roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella
Still got our acapellas
But I will Akinyele ya
(Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth)
It ain't my fault I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore
Sucker for love, hmm hmm sucker for love
Kill a bitch, go to trial
Hand be stuffed in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed
Dawg gon' just pop off her head
Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa season
Holla at a nigga 'cause here it come
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready, brake off
Bluff, professional concert
Sell out 25 thousand
Acting like you gon' diss us
You got anthrax over there man
And we George Bush man
You on some Saddam Hussein
Acting like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did
You making secret songs man
Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man
And all I did was battle once
Everybody getting ready to step to the plate
And I'ma step up again and slam
Grand-slam yo ass pardon me
Dipset! I know you, I know you like that
I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder
Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son
Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like
Where they at?
I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog
Round one, let the games begin doggie
Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more
You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man
You ugly! My man Un said you look like
Fraggle Rock and all that
You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga
Nigga oh!
You got to hate us the
Way we getting this paper
All my niggas are coming
Straight from minimum wage
Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady
Trying to play us but you get sprayed
Bust a round we got in his face
Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns
Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums
Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
Pushing 40 nigga you not the one
Oh shit
Yo dude make sure you got them old vocals
Bring 'em up real quick!
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
All them dimes we slung
All those crimes we've done
All those times was fun
But would you do it again?
Yup, yup that's her, yup we got 'em
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