Get Down

[Intro: Cam'ron] It's like I'm psychic and shit I called this shit about five years ago Dipset all day every day Santana, Jim Jones Freekey be home '07 [Verse: Cam'ron] Remember I'm a man of respect Remember Santana was next Now it's not techs, it's checks And fans he collects I want his wrist, fist, whole hand, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man Me and Santana man Word to my grandma He one bad mamma jamma, damn So I don't write for the stardom I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I've been through it headed right for the bottom D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what) That's why I throw some dough To my co-d from Kostovo Help me get on overflow No one suppose to know But she lay me up like the prime minister Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hein Vinegar That was a lot to linger But to the top I bring her But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed, Killa Remember I'm gonna spend my cake Remember Jim we getting out of 5H (projects) Now chefs will fry us steaks It's a higher [stake? / state?] Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake And we from BBO Now you a CEO Direct a vee-ee-oh Your own album here we go Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50 Budget seven dollars, nickel bag and White Owl I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls Insomniatics our lifestyles compatible Magical Pops gone, shit tragical Moms on mission My house is where the addicts chill I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical It's not irrational I grew up radical And you all are shook I bought all my crooks Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks Tito and Brick yes yes come again They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain