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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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He Tried To Play Me
Lyricist:Jeffrey Osborne, Peter Harrison Schless
He tried to play me, **** got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out And I blew out his brains
Y'all with the violence, we move in silence Silence plus silence the guns I was the wildest, that was childish Now I stack my ones
Shinay was in love with her school, Rich wasn't liking his school Shinay caught two in the ribs He was a hustler, she's a customer Now he's off doing a bid
Tee got shot with a shotgun on his block I wish it was all pretend Nana would get high, hard enough getting buy When is it all gonna end
Me I'm still holding on, the team still rollin' strong The ave is down the street But I'm a street target, call me a meat market I stay around some beef
The blocks still pumpin', isn't it somethin'? Needles, knives and nines There's no tomorrow, food getting borrowed What kind of life is mine?
He tried to play me, **** got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out And I blew out his brains
They call me 'Patty cake, Patty cake the bakers man', I bubble bread Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled Shot out in front of police, yell **** a fed
I patrol on D-Lo, popo know my steelo Who seen killa cop? *****'s rolling C-Lo Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin' white Caine, needle, 40 and night train
Just a hype lame, you'll never like Dame Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game Life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane
Gotta laugh y'all that's just blue lightning Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo's hot
Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop Bens and Bops, put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there Party pop more bottles than a ***** on 2 feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear Animals, lions, whales, seals, bears Y'all fruits, cherries, grapes, stale pears
That's why ***** **** with me and them ladies loving me They all put they trust in me 'cause I flip that killa man That's why ***** **** with me and them ladies loving me They all put they trust in me and my name is killa cam
He tried to play me, **** got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out And I blew out his brains
He tried to play me, **** got all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out And I blew out his brains
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