DJ Kay Slay, Vado, Cam’ron - Monster Muzik lyrics

Word up Rector I wasn't gonna say it
Again? Word man it's all good
You don't gotta let us in your little shit
You got that
Keep that shit man, you could have it man
We good! KILLA!

See you like to front
(Word) me I like to stunt (True)
I go for it on fourth down
You the type to punt (Fuck that)
I go for the homerun, you the type to bunt
No support stay in court twice a month
Light the blunt
DA flees and flies he breakin
Down them pizza pies
See my eyes, rolled up right now
I'm facin three to five (In Jersey)
Assault charge yeah granted
It was aggrevated
But you characters my character
Won't assasinate it (Nope)
Huh! They had to hate
It aggitated cash related (Cash related)
I tell your bitch grab my dick, huh
Now masterbate it don't catch feelings man
How she not feelin Cam?
And look her by the waist
Feelin like a ceilin fan (Crazy)
My girl Chanel should sell shit
'for Chanel kicks hell
Split turn down 50 mill, on my Chappelle shit
Get your ice wet, lay down that slight bet
Word my word heard you'll get
Curved like a Nike check

Check! check! fly! Aiyyo they call us the
New Harlem Knights man!
We like Richard Pryor and Eddie
Three shots I'll take his whole team out!
Arsenio ass niggas!!

You now lookin at the face of the new team
(Yes)
No Plies big faces in these true jeans (HUH!)
I don't tie nor lace 'em
Keep some lose strings (All day)
Tongue hangin son fakin in them two G's
She 'gon drop on two knees
Once she see the belt (HUH)
I'm number one with the water I
Need to meet with Phelps (HAAAAAA!)
Got my own corner
(Corner) I don't need your help (Nah)
I'm doin everything like I only need myself
A bit more thread I'd have the city sowed
(Sowed) top down gettin head while
On the Bentley phone (Phone)
Powder blue it's all like the
One that Diddy own (yeah)
Ask Killa I write Thrillers like Quincy Jones
G4's speedboats and villa homes (Homes)
Fake pokin y'all chest out y'all silicones
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver phones
Standin on the couch in
Mansions spillin Rosehomes!

DAMN! See while I'm feelin myself
The market done changed and y'all
Rappers still on the shelf?
Quick to go for the Eagles
Like I'm from Philadelph
I feel for y'all health
'fore I pull your ice grill and get melt
(LIKE CHILL)
Shotty pump no ball get your body dumped
(Dumped) i don't brawl a phone call
Have your body slumped (HUH)
Queens stories heard 'em all from
Preme to Ronnie Bump
Waitin on that four door Porsche should
Be out in a month

With these keys I'm a wilderbeast
Nautica feel the fleece (Come feel it)
I should shoot at the ground the
Way I kill this beat
No seatbelt but ma, I'll unfacin it
Jag Coupe is lavender
Today I'm playin passenger (Shotgun)
Killa the signature before that
Is the literature
Pow was a baller hustler slash prisoner
But a good listener your wife
I might piss on her christian her
Yeah that's how I'll wizz it wizz on her