Cam'ron — You Gotta Love It

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh Dipset! 'Fore I set it off Okay first off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin' this I'ma just name five reasons real quick, got 150, got 150 First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame Second, you stole Kanye from Dame Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off I had to turn the beat off for this You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby, you 37 years old You was born in 1968 and I open the Daily News How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? Back to business [Verse 1: Cam'ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Ms. Wallace Honest, stealing Big's shit, he made two albums, you wilding And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him? It was Rocawear when Dame had it Now you got it, call it Cockawear, heh not in here Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no Dame and Biggs' bitch for years, now you Juan ho He own the 40/40, got you in Atlantic City Pitch your budget outta Baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga, we get it cooking it's true But now I look, we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video I should've kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm conceited, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know We put you under ground clown, they gon' check the cellars I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers You's a customer buster, here go jet propellers [Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga) Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles At your open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact But bust this fly joint they put inside his contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' Just for telling y'all, I get fined a hundred thou' Huh them cats are ill, five times a half a mil' Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffodils East Coast, West Coast, slang yo cap get peeled Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me Beyoncé fiancé, check my second LP I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world Had the thing, fucking singing 'bout slinging crack Mr. Roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinyele-ya (Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth) It ain't my fault I'm raw, I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore Sucker for love, hmm-hmm sucker for love Kill a bitch, go to trial, hand be stuffed in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dawg gon' just pop off her head Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead [Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come [Bridge: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas don't want it with us man This just round one, 15 rounds B We ready, brake off bluff, professional concert, sell out 25 thousand Acting like you gon' diss us You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man You on some Saddam Hussein Acting like you got something over there You doing what Ma$e did, you making secret songs man Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man And all I did was battle once Everybody getting ready to step to the plate And I'ma step up again and slam, grand-slam yo ass pardon me Dipset! I know you, I know you like that I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like, where they at? I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog Round one, let the games begin doggie Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man, you ugly! My man Un said you look like Fraggle Rock and all that You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga Nigga oh! [Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one Pushing 40 nigga you not the one... [Outro: Cam'ron Destiny's Child sample from Cam's "Do It Again] Oh shit, yo dude make sure you got them old vocals Bring 'em up real quick! All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? Yup, yup that's her, yup we got 'em