Cam’ron, Hell Rell - You must not know lyrics

I just been informed that you confirmed and
Solidified the attempted assassination
Of my life
But unfortunately you sent a young boy
To do a grown man's job, ya dig
I hope you're ready for the
Consequences and repecussions that
You're mouth got the rest of your body into
(No homo) United States is the playground
New York is base, but this ain't tag
You ain't safe on base nigga, lets play

Camel-Clutch him, Iron Sheik
Farnsworth Jigga, lying geek try to creep
All while a giant sleeps
Wasn't concerned wit' it but Brittish
Was burned a bit
He said that he learned the shit
Heard Jigga confirmed the hit
He looked me in my eye
And said "You paralyzed permanent"


Holmes, no hot comb
But his head we'll put a perm in it
Who's talkin', sweetcakes, sneaks laced
Be safe
My nigga's flew in from three states
Cheap-skate
An elite eight, how street beef taste
Your papes right, face sliced, we ate
Cuz we'll break the shotties on ya
Beware the hottie karma, on ya, I warned ya
No Nets, invest in body armor (Sorry Vince)
And death to the apes
Should've kept it a case
Now you left in a lake or
Either you're neck in a brace
When I step in the place
Yep I'm wreckin' the race
Wesson, got a question
"Made a vest for your face?"
You act old, you are old, you asshole
Shucky Ducky, I'm Chucky, Child's Play
Black Robe
Hot keys of butter, brother, guns you see
In traffic, red light, green light, 1, 2, 3
What you done to me
You say they pulled guns on me
I laugh, that was fun to me
This year I faced a 1 to 3 (Rikers)
The 6 building, 4-Main, they placed the boy
To the left man you actin' irreplacable hook
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
To the left, to the left
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
To the death, to the death
I'mma move and smack him
Get Rug' to clap him
The dude is acting, I'll pull the Luger
First let Ruger ask him
(What? Is this nigga stupid
Or dumb? Which one?)
(What? Is this nigga stupid
Or dumb? Which one?)

Soundscan, stupid ass, I get stupid cash
Movie platinum, soundtrack did three
You do the math at 80%, let's mob
I just robbed you for a couple mil stupid
At your desk job
My car's my office, chick's my intern
Security's an armrest
Yes you'll get skinburned
Janitor got keys please
Don't even want a broom
The stoop's the lobby
Bodega's the conference room
Put in work with the Glock
I been workin' a lot
Juelz is Human Crack, shit
I got work on your block
And they smoke it up
Your label's like my coke
Shook it, cook it, rock it, broke it up
Sorta like an open dutch, gat clap
Tote and clutch
You the only money and the rest
Of them is broke as fuck
Nas, I'll take your boobie home, make a movie
Treat her like a beach ball, you know
Place her coochy
Only the cake could move me
What you want K or Uzzi?
Don't smack him Jim, I'mma take his kufi
You know, rip it off
Quick they get clipped and tossed
Signed to HOV, want you want dog
His bitch a boss
Reeled in by a Harlem girl, you got him girl
Treat him like my diamond globe
Rock his world
While we style in Coupes, hyphy
Wild and loose call BCW it's child abuse

I'mma move and smack him
Get Rug' to clap him
The dude is acting, I'll pull the Luger
First let Ruger ask him
(What? Is this nigga stupid
Or dumb? Which one?)
(What? Is this nigga stupid
Or dumb? Which one?)
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
To the left, to the left
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
To the death, to the death