Cam'ron — Intro

[Cam'ron] Uh, how y'all doing 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 don't fuck with us Suck a dick man, ayo Jones, what's good? Santana, Freekey They gon' be mad this time, huh? Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house Harlem, you know what it is, what's good? [Kay Slay] You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO [Cam'ron] El Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay This bitch blowing up my motherfucking phone right now Man, fuck, hold up, hol', yo man [Kay Slay] Yo son [Cam'ron] What's good? [Kay Slay] I gotta tell you like my dog told me When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her [Cam'ron] Slap her? [Kay Slay] Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her [Cam'ron] Off the bat? [Kay Slay] Off the bat, just backhand her [Cam'ron] Why's that, though? [Kay Slay] 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" [Cam'ron] {*Laughing*} That's what I'm saying, nigga But see the thing is with me I don't understand how a bitch can go out Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever And then go give another nigga her fucking money Knahmean? [Kay Slay] Nah Cam, you gotta understand That's cause ya game is tight [Cam'ron] Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhamean? We getting ready set this shit the fuck off Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, Harlem, Harlem... [Verse: Cam'ron] Yo, yo, I advise you to step son 'Fore I fuck your moms, make you my stepson Y'all be calling me daddy, cause The Rag Muffin y'all soon say Y'all fuck around with brother Num-say Y'all gon' see doomsday I'm a savage but colder Now I rock karats 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, Boca Raton, poking your moms Her and ya aunt all over the Don Using a dope then I'm gone, back Copacabana, 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 hamper Don't follow me, "Stan-a" If you do, I'm blowing 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 Fuck my life, I'm taking myself All the aching I felt In my crib at night, praying for wealth Bitches dissing, "What's the problem ma? I ain't balling?" Now every ten minutes, hoe prank calling [Outro: Kay Slay] Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man Let's get down to business, Harlem...