[Cam'ron: Chorus]
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Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
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Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
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Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
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Why I can't move away
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It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
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bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
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4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
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Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
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Before a nigga under the world
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When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side
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And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
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You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
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Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker
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if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
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He got hit up that same night
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Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight
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Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
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Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
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I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
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Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
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Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
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I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
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Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
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The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
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Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
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Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
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Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks
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Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money
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You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
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But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
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But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
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See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
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That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
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You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
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From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
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Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
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I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved
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That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
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Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker
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[Chorus - Prodigy:]
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[Prodigy:]
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I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall
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murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
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Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo
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Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
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Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth
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Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet
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I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
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Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
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Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun
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Capital P, you know whats the outcome
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Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
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Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from
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For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
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Who real ?? check me out though
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The most ill, more drama than Denzel
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More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
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Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon
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it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
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and niggaz flashin' crazy
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[Chorus - Cam'ron:]
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Losin' Weight
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Cam'ron |