357 - Cam'ron

What up on my Harlem niggas 
My BK niggas 
Back uptown baby 
Lennox Ave. 
My Oyas on Broadway all day 
Aye yo you love the way I rep black 
Step the f back 
'Fore I bring out the guns 
And chest check 
Respect that 
Any girl I met that 
Hit that 
Love the way I spit that 
I don't kit kat 
Push your wig back 
Get you shit snatched 
Get your ribs cracked 
Got a friend 
Have me kick that 
Get that 
Sit back 
School shit skip that 
Learn how to flip pack 
For the big stacks 
And the big act 
Now I got the big gats 
Click, clack, uhh 
Since day one been in a ditch 
Came with a snitch 
Now I'm in the pen in the mix 
Friends sending me flicks 
Girls sending me kicks 
Been in some shit 
Had to tap a chin with a fist 
When the ? 
Begin with a stich 
End in a kiss 
So yo so I blend in the mix 
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 
8½ on the dope ask Dominican Rich 
Winning and rich 
Eating on cinnamon grits 
Grinning and shit 
How a nigga spin in 6 
See they all see the 12 
But you see me in it 
TVs in it 
BBs kinted 
Ask who it is 
You see me tinted 
I did drive-bys 
Now I take you on top of a high rise 
See if you can sky dive 
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium 
How 'bout the Palladium 
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh 
Play people 
Jumped up and sprayed people 
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's legal 
You not a threat 
You want it you got it bet 
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet 
Nigga wait now I'm set 
I'll go another route 
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out 
After I done dug her out 
Needles to jug her out 
Pillows to smother out 
You don't give a fuck about 
Un would've ? about 
I'm through wit' it 
Your crew ain't even true wit' it 
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it 
I know you pack like that 
But Cam why you act like that 
SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack 
Pat pat pat 
Rat tat tat 
Put fear 'fore envy 
Nigga I'm not in fear of any 
I'll leave a nigga black and blue 
Like a pair of Pennys 
While me and Betha 
Throw fiestas 
By alma queta 
Chicqueta 
Monero 
Nieta 
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar 
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the Jon Cletta 
Or the black boots 
Jumpin out to act cool 
Cars never lease 'em 
Girls ? 'em 
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome 
Niggas tease 'em 
Bitches please 'em 
When I'm out of town yo my pants got a crease in 'em 
All calls valid 
Never hard mallet 
Dallas 
Been up in you favorite star's stlyus 
Coward 
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert 
But you should thank Un though 
Coulda made you run though 
Been at your front door 
Gun hold for fun though 
Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What's up?) what the fuck is wrong with you 
Cam- Fuck that it's not a game 
Guy- Yo, you ain't gotta be rythmin for niggas like that 
Cam- Man fuck them niggas B 
Guy- Yo, you know what you do 
Cam- What? 
Guy- Tell these niggas the real deal 
Cam- Aight check it 
Aiyyo I'm ? 
Cook up the crack 
Everytime you look up a gat 
Got you shook up attack huh 
Look in the back, nah 
The guns I had put in the back 
I want the hook up in check 
On this work of the rap 
Now I'm not saying what I like 
Or what I dislike 
But get the fuck out my face til' your shit's right 
See baby boy I carry guns 
You know the big type 
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life 
And I was just like y'all flippin' hundred pack 
But nowadays I'm the only 
You a running back 
You got to understand baby I'm done with the crack 
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats 
Or the cocaine plan 
Leave your whole brain dead 
Light this herb 
Don't mean to disturb 
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird 
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh 
No kids rapping or ostriches 
Just kidnapings and hostages 
So, y'all better obey 
We shoot pro way 
Mess with us no way 
Now go 'head go play
Artist: Cam'ron
Title: 357