lirik lagu cam'ron - hello
[intro: cam’ron]
had to do this far my man murph
[intro: don q]
don
[intro: cam’ron]
k!lla!
h-llo!
rip murph!
[verse 1: don q]
talking to lead
i’m one of the last few
had to get my respect it was past due
through with my past
i just reminisce when i p-ss through
moving them bags
tryin’ to get em flipped in my stash
crew shooters that blast over the nonsense on the cash flew
ask who was there when n-body actually cared
real sh-t had to share his kicks for half of the year
and now i take mine and i take his daughter shopping
same n-gg- pull up to your door with the .40 knockin’
i got n-gg-s quarter coppin’
c-ke in the water lockin’
all they ever knew was hustle cause they never saw an option
i’m hearin’ the sneak dissin’
i’m tryin’ to ignore the gossip
third take better be an earthquake before i drop it
i hear the hoes ponderin’
i got a cult followin’
joe carroll, i throw arrows into your soul hollerin’
i probably not the most known but i’m the most confident
the most relatable, no debatable, most dominant
i’m in need of a blessin
i’m blowing weed to the heavens
cause in my dream i was destined to see me speedin’ in 7s
when you look in the mirror
and n-gg- see your reflection
is you really or not
thats the easiest question
i’m around og’s
that was sellin’ ki’s out the westin
never leave ya protection
and never speak off confessions
y’all n-gg-s getting lost on me
only need a direction
feel it when you look at his momma face
and see the aggression
don
[hook: cam’ron]
h-llo
aw man
harlem world
h-llo
high bridge
h-llo
bronx, queens
h-llo
brooklyn
h-llo
staten island
h-llo
aw man
my bad ladies
h-llo
you gettin money?
h-llo
you f-ck with snitches?
h-ll no
ok
h-llo
h-llo
h-llo
aw man
[verse 2: cam’ron]
he know k!llers
ya’ll know k!lla
fast cars, speed boats, all sorts of villas
bad girls, jewelry, drive-bys, chinchillas
rip to mike but i’m the real thrilla
i’m done wit that though
i ain’t beefin with the family man
sh-t i’m still in the pj’s like candy man
with dude sellin whole halves of candy yams
despite that the garage look like candy land
candy painted ain’t nothing about me tainted
drove every car you name it
look homie come get acquainted
can’t change it or rearrange it
disclaimer because i’m heinous
the 9 will make you famous
blow! that’s for the plaintiff
the gun range no goggles
the targets they testin nozzles
the bullets they on point
them points you call hollows
in the club we get the bottles
we leave it we hit the throttle
then pull up inside mcdonalds with p-rn stars and models
look n-gg- you can’t erase me, debate me, rape me i’m sp-cey
these b-tches they want my baby
nah baby, but you can taste me
the guns got no safety
in dc for when they grazed me
and i ain’t been postin’ lately
yall would really hate me
yeah homie, it’s a blessin
i’m here to answer the questions
i’m the og don q was talkin about at the westin
yeah, yeah baby let that molly rock
n-gg-s suckas imma start sellin lolli pops
[hook: cam’ron]
h-llo
aw man
she sniffed a line
h-llo
d-mn that -ss fat
h-llo
down south
h-llo
midwest
h-llo
west coast
h-llo
aw man
h-llo
you gettin money?
h-llo
you actin funny?
h-ll no
ok
h-llo
h-llo
h-llo
aw man
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