Vado, Cam’ron - Mobb Shhh lyrics

And all of you shrug
Right? Except some of your friends of
Yours and one day I
Might do something that upset you
And you hit me then
You become boss my friends they hit you
And somebody else becomes boss and
On, and on, and on you know
What I call that? Stupid, very very stupid

So if you ain't doing it, who's gonna be

Nobody

Just landed stepped out, red carpet
Questions asked, press flash
I'm the next target flex barking
About to sign to the best market
S parked it, key on me to push start it
Just blew a grand in Houlihan
Serving us drinks
Disturbing the peace like Luda fam
Sight clearer, in front of the mirror
Like "Who the man?"
You the man where the cooler
Stand then do the damn (thing)
Farazino and Ferragamo the shoe is tanned
If he don't take his hand out
His pocket you shoot his man
I've been around for a while
I ain't new to Cam or new to the cam
Since Mad Ciphers I knew the plan (early)
Knew the right people to be around
Listen and learn, then my turn came
I see it now
It's time to earn when the birds came
We need a town
A key, a pound, and the price stay
We don't bring it down

I'm so sick of them
Talking Slick Rick to them
Name your top 10 I got at least 6 of them
That attach dough
Velcro need to stick with him
Start playing your role
Maybe could make a flick with him
Suit and tie, mai tais
You have a sip with him
Can't do shit to him
I know it's hard to get to him
Meet his underboss
Captain if you want to talk
Before he had him a plate
He was eating from other forks
That took a care of disease
Is what his mother caught
Sister drive around yelling look
What her brother bought
They hate that I'm all like
What these fuckers thought
Harlem nigga with more sponsors
Than a Rucker court
My math equivalent, 10% for the middleman
Ignorant but militant
Kill your miss, snatch your siblings
Stacks in the Timberland
Boxes, packs, in the ceilings them
Concealing them
Ask an innocent man, ask a gentleman

Don Vito, Don Carlo, Castellano
Look, kneel over
Be on point like guarding Rondo
Gotti whacked him, body bagged him
Took the family over
Where you running a racket dig
Can't be chocha
Candynovas, owe me money? Can't be over
In the sands with girls
Hit it harder than Sammy Sosa
Lifestyle, quite foul, never made it up
Immunity, since 20, my community, gated up
Spray them up, like alcohol, play the cut
Made the cut, whole, half-quarters, orders
Break them up
Tell him chill before we break him up
Then wake him up fuck toys, wakes are us
Champagne from waitresses
Gucci, Louis, monogram the D square
Be clear, we here, and gonna be, each year
See dear, Killa, keep the streets near
Peace gear, on the ave
With chicks in beach chairs