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Where I Know You From

Cam'ron

Crime Pays

14

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] Since they cut my umbilical I knew it would be inevitable, that my case should go federal Its part of my journey, see it might concern me But who Cam's best friend? My attorney! Can you hold something, Can I throw you some Now I know you dumb, Where I know you from I ain't got it right now, but I owe you one In your head, one shot from a loaded gun Don't get extorted, I get escorted To the resort, where the girls say, "Lets snort it." I can import it, export it sports car Lets port it, fresh auto, I report I just bought it I scream lets get it, they ain't pimp my ride My cars an exhibit, huh? next critic I don't talk it I just live it, just prove it Tell the feds Calm down, its just music [Hook] Man you cold fronting, beat you like you stole something Who you talking to, I asked you can you hold something Where I know you from huh? Where I know you from Where I know you from scrams? Where I know you from [Verse 2] You got a order shorty, you should learn ring Your baby moms know, we call her sperm bank Crazy ho, word baby bro Mad generous giving out fellatio A meat eater, Ms. Dahmer Dahmer Honor my persona, its like a piranha's momma We move bricks on the highway So it's bricks in my drive way K9 come, then the 9 spray My girl's toe ring, that's 55K Crack in 4B, coke in 5A Dope in 8F, the ho's in 9J What can I say, you know how I play We hustle all night, until the sky's gray Why you think the whole hood corroded? He tony the tiger, yeah he like it sugar coated [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] They got the cameras up; they want to tape a solider Cuz I got that tan, you can call it beige & mocha Talking in code, is sort of like playing poker Bring the Pepsi in the oven, that's the baking soda What up tiny bum, we were all the sorta Feds gave em 25, damn a quarter mortar But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter You a passer, me I got a scorers aura Owe me money, your wife, son, daughter oughta Leave the country, I'm thinking like Bora Bora Run around with these silly secrets Trying to keep it real, me I'm gon really keep it You should really peep it, mack milly skeeted In your face, any case, I'm gon really beat it We ain't never gamble, we ain't never bet Where I know you from scrams, we ain't never met [Hook 2x]
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