Cam'ron — Get Em Daddy Remix

[Intro: Cam'ron] See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere Can shoot at me, can stab at me Take your best shot (this is the remix) Suck a dick no homo Dipset, remix, let's go! [Verse 1: Hell Rell] My flow is Novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina) I got hella 'caine, MAC in the melon Range Hop out and shells exchange I wanna see these niggas die die, make they mom feel hella pain Walk around like I got a broom in my pants Nah, that's a fuckin A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn Man, these cowards better stay in they lane And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame VVS's stay in my chain (bling), they in my ring (there they go) You must've wrote your will already if you’re saying our names Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter You hung with the girls you double dutch or hula-hooper (faggot) Hop skip and jumping, block clicking and jumping Glock clicking and dumping, it's the mighty Dips [Verse 2: J.R. Writer] Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone, niggas Your sight blown, right-o, my white stones glitter Left hand bling, the right one shiver Stallion, medallion, a ice cold picture The white stone flipper That white tone, nights home, getting rid of the weight like lipo mister This psycho sicker That ain't cracking ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on Thriller This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the 'jects You rapping indirect But it's looking like a movie shoot How they sending all these damn actors at the Set [Verse 3: Jim Jones] It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies) Soul niggas they sick and flabby (they washed up) Young fly rich and every nigga with me pack heat (we balling) Somebody snapping pictures at me (watching) Plus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me The cash, the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee My vest and my heater, breath full of reefer And ya boy stay fly like he was dressing for Easter The big Pachorte, Capo the heffe Packing 4-4 court case to drop on expressway It's Dipset, Byrdgang, we fly high And chart the G-4 we getting high in the sky, you fuckers [Verse 4: Cam'ron] Killa, Killa! I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backlund Part-acting, ha ha, who they think they car jackin You dump and a dump, I slumped and I slump They mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front See ya dude react, Hud 6 threw me back, a few they clapped But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa Threw the Lam' in 6th, drove to the ER (true story) Had to make it hot Feel like Pac, I know a set up Them old niggas know I'm 'bout to take they spot Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U Y.B., that'll get 'em up in I.C.U Like I see you at the BP, shot 'em off GP Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C C-74 switched 'em over to P.C Like Chuck D, we the '06 P.E Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T All about them G's B, we the B.G Byrd Gang Dipset, D-I-P see Like KRS-One, the great B.D.P You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, Flee Uhh, Killa! [Break: Cam'ron] (Get 'em daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie 'Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny (Get 'em daddy) Honey smile, don't act funny style In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou' (Get 'em daddy) [Outro: Jim Jones] Yeah, you heard what he said, nigga Huh, we still balling Them shits was Scooby Snacks, fucker, huh (Get 'em daddy) But repercussions is a muh'fucka When we catch that ass, flat line fucker, huh Hey Killa, we back, huh (Get 'em daddy) tell 'em the city is ours No disrespect to you other motherfuckers But Jimmy Blanco Killa the Don, King Jaffe Joe (Get 'em daddy) Juelz Santana the Prince, Hell Rell Hey J.R., I see you motherfucker, huh (Get 'em daddy) You know who we are, Dipset, Byrd Gang The most powerful movement in this motherfucker We ride high, nigga I wish you would, bang bang, nigga! (Get 'em daddy)