Cam'ron — Hate Me Now Freestyle

[Intro: Jim Jones + Cam'Ron] I heard niggas talkin' reckless Man, y'all talkin' out the side of your mouth, nigga Y'all niggas is faggots, straight pussy Word to my mother, I'll put my foot in your ass, nigga No homo, nigga, what's really good? Jim Jones, Jim, Capo status, East side, fool Dipset riders, nigga, when we catch you, we gon' slap that Kufi straight off your mothafuckin' head Any other problems, nigga? You know Harlem gon' ride out, nigga Harlem, y'all act like I wasn't gon' stand up I wish you would, nigga It's nothin' When the dogs catch you, it's over, you're straight food, nigga Everybody wanna be king of the city, right When I come, nigga, y'all niggas better be real calm, nigga It's nothin', we just livin', millionaire status shorty When you fuckin' with the don, you fuckin' with the Jones, you heard, nigga? Y'all with me? Harlem! Diplomats! Let's ride out It's gangstas over here, Harlem hear me with you, Killa, east side [Cam'ron] Aye yo, this lil’ nigga Nas think he live like me Drove 5’s, shot 5, flipped pies like me? Nah, Cam gonna blast, I done ran through his past And I ran for the mag, Taliban on your ass! You’re terry cloth, that means very soft Thanks Jay, Carm’s the bomb, broke her cherry off! Severely massacred, we really gonna laugh at ya The MAC-Milli blast at ya, you really run to Africa Stupid, sucker for love, home plenty Nelson, Mandela, we all boned Winnie! Shit, I come over and fight You a lame, you forgot over the night Yo, your career’s over like Mike Any one, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Ask Dunn about my mean deals Frizzle steam, triple beam, cripple teams When you seen money in Queensbridge? Never I used to catch the tunnel Lil E, Vernon side, I gave him packs and bundles How many grams in an ounce? How many ounces in an eighth How many eighths in a key Shorty, stay in your place Before the AK’s in your face Take your daughter, R Kelly, have my way with her face! And your mom’s a whip wop head And you claim to be a hip-hop head? Ooh wop, two shots in his hip-hop head This way the whole world know that hip-hop’s dead! Killa! Roc-A-Fella, hip-hop bread 50 thou' a night, holla back, hit my spread You wack, you twisted, your girl's a ho You’re broke, the kid ain’t yours and everybody know Your mans even tell you, you be like, “So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go” Stupid… [Outro: Jim Jones] That's right, nigga, we gon' get our spread, nigga That's a dumb percent of that for me, nigga So you know I'm ridin' for that, nigga Country bum ass fuck, don't even know how to rock rocks I caught you with them two rocks on your wrist, nigga Next time it's gon' be killin', nigga Trust me, man, I'ma clap you in flowers, you faggot You ain't even relyin' on your own hood, nigga You know where we at, nigga! 140th and Lenox, 15th and 7th, nigga All our jewels, nigga, trust me, man, we glitterin' Faggot, you punk, you fuckin' pussy hermaphrodite Straight homo, pussy ass nigga with a dick, nigga You got meek, nigga, word to Man got me so mothafuckin' hot, nigga, I'm just gon' calm down, man Yo Killa, fall back on these chumps and let's explain to them a few things they need to learn better, nigga Holla, east side the gangstas for sure