Intro

How y'all doin' out there? I wanna welcome y'all back Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa We did it again, y'all f**k wit us s*ck a d**k man, aiyyo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh? Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? You know how we get down, East side, El Barrio El barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherf**kin' phone right now Man, f**k' hold up, hol', yo man Yo son What's good? I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her Slap her? Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her Off the bat? Off the bat, just backhand Why's that, though? 'Cause later on down the line You ain't never gotsta to worry about That chick telling you "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to" That's what I'm sayin' nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch could go out Rain, sleet, snow, f**k, s*ck whoever And then go give another nigga her f**king money Knaw I mean? Nah cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight Oh no, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, know I mean? We getting ready set this shit the f**k off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem Yo, yo, I advise you to step son For I f**k ya moms, make you my step son Y'all be calling me daddy, 'cause The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say Y'all f**k around with brother Numsay Y'all gonna see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karrots that I'm older See this parrot on my shoulder? He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words Act up and be returned to the birds I return with them birds, any 28 grams A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds I be in Miami, Bow Ca Baton, pokin' ya moms Hauntin' ya aunt all over the dawn Using a dope then I'm gone back Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas Cops come for dope, it's a damper I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana Rush the crib, go in the hampter Don't follow me, Stana If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart I ain't finished, that's just the start You'll be calling for back up, praying for help f**k my life, I'm taking myself All the achin' I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissin', "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin'" Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin' Yo cam, f**k all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, harlem Okay, it's good, let's poppin' nigga