Losin' Weight

[Hook - Cam'ron] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money, unless I'm moving weight? Why my life depend on what I'mma do today Why I can't move away It's just loot and me, without the scrutiny Niggas screwing me; 2 and 3 truancies 4 shots, 1 toolie, G.. 1 eulogy Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world [Verse 1 - Cam'ron] When I was 11 got the toolie thick My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me some gooey shit You can't get paid in a earth this big? You worthless kid. Nigga don't deserve to live Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids Bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives He got hit up that same night But ever since my dough, my flow, and my ho game been tight Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear, I swear I was doing, Lex pursuing, niggas be wired like Western Union Short like next to Ewing, head for truant, only set was ruined Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop The pain don't stop, but my brain don't stop Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop Every month you change yo locks, change yo spot Get a little smart, want to change yo tops Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money You got Ben's arranged money, have a Benz or Range money But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail But I come on the weekends, Pablo jail See I came a long way, that's living the wrong way That's sniffing the po-na, that's sipping the cog-na, hey You wanna be a star, you have ya own day From where they play ball, drink and get a buzz Reminiscing on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when you opposing me, Killa get the rosary Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker [Hook - Prodigy] [Verse 2 - Prodigy] I'm around y'all, it's going down y'all Murder rap, clown niggas back down no Straight like that, y'all niggas fuck around yo Bandana P, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you a fiend now, nigga? Catch a clean bullet I live the street life, ya heard? Guns, money and birds Get dead armed and dead on your jewels and pearls Where I was placed, talking the wrong style thun Capital P, you know whats the outcome Could bout some but rather pull out the stout guns Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes Who real bitches check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam, live at the Carbon It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy And niggas flashing crazy