Lyrics to Cams

cam'ron - killa cam (intro)
[dukedagod] before we get into this killa season let's start this shit off with my man 40 cal [40 cal.] who am i? 40 cal. motherfucker gat to your back, get down motherfucker clown motherfucker (you cams

cam'ron - killa cam - roll that skit
[voice] killa kam killa kam killa kam killa killa killa kam [cam'ron] [verse 1] with the goons i spy stay in tune with ma she like damn this the realest since kumbaya kumbyay killa kam my lord stil cams

cam'ron - 357
on my harlem niggas my bk niggas back uptown baby lennox ave my oyas on broadway all day, come on aye yo, you love the way i rep black step the f back 'fore i bring out the guns and chest check respe cams

cam'ron - a pimp's a pimp
ayyo a pimp's a pimp flow is flow doe is do ho's a ho chic's a chic trick's a trick bitch a bitch across the world so nigga getcha money and attend to your girl now when it comes to these hoes i did cams

cam'ron - aayo-iight
killa, dipset, santana kay slay in the house lets start the year off right lets go [cam'ron] uh, coke i get it and gram it respect the kids that demand it girls be lickin and stickin showin me tits l cams

cam'ron - adrenaline
[cam'ron]so where we goin now killa (cam'ron talkin)killa, psycho drama, twista, chi-town to harlem what's really good?[psycho drama and twista]part 2, what happens, when you combine the darkness, wit cams

cam'ron - all the chickens
when i come through when i drive through when i, when i, when i, yo, yo i'm that one cat that the hood be lovin' they way i floss, y'all chickens should be cluckin' one bird chirp, got blunt wit me s cams

cam'ron - bad day
verse 1 tom gist: i got problems, naw, i'm no flossin' notice in the lobby, there's no high raw no jobs so i'm forced to be a nemisis notice on my door, them days lead to premisice i can't be a straig cams

cam'ron - bigger picture
"bigger picture" [cam'ron] killa, uh huh heatmakerz,yes sir jones, santana, freekey, the union holla at da boys man uh huh this is diplomat records man, yes sir ya'll can't fuck wit us, at all we can cams

cam'ron - black cards
excuse me do you take a afro-american card what's that? black card homie hook cam’ron: cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching cha-ching, cha- cams

cam'ron - bout it bout it part. 3
[intro: master p] + (cam'ron) yo cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz ya'heard me (let's do it my nigga) well do your dizang (there's nothin', man) (up top, down south, right) oh yeah, oh yeah ( cams

cam'ron - boy boy
[intro: cam'ron] just blaze (oh baby) oh baby, uh, killa [verse 1: cam'ron] all the girls see the (boy) look at his kicks (boy) look at this car (boy) all i say is (oh boy) look mami i'm no good i'm cams

cam'ron - bum bum
{woman singing} you tink all a bum bum yuh know dis to all jamaicans yuh nuh live in solomon fashion, ya know tell me seh one ting nancy can't understand a one ting nancy can't understand wha ma cams

cam'ron - callette
verse 1 cam'ron: rude and cuban, mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin' i be up in the heights right in the mix of the fuedin' i keep my toolo, cuz i'm no foolo espano mas o menos but tu quier cams

cam'ron - chi skit - adrenaline - phone skit
[cam'ron] killa, psycho drama, twista, chi-town to harlem what's really good? [psycho drama and twista] part 2, what happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light? [psycho drama] yeah, i cams

cam'ron - child of the ghetto
let's do the eastside one time metro north, eastriver, wilson, club 99 jefferson, charleston, a.k., jackie rob, clinton, taft, carver lakeview, 1990, wagner, taihino, harlem verse 1: i don't car cams

cam'ron - come home with me
ah yo, come on home with us man harlem world usa man take a walk with us on our block man see how we live dip-sect yo, yo, come on home with me, early 90's i wasn't pearly and shinning, i was certain cams

cam'ron - confessions
(cam) father (minister) yes my son (cam) forgive me for i have sinned its been 21 years since my last confession (minister) 21? that seems like a very long time for you to miss confession my son cams

cam'ron - cookies & apple juice
[ verse 1 : ] { cam'ron } killa! yo. i won't kiss her, maybe hug her but i don't even like her i might get it, hit it, split it but yo i'll never wife her. i'm rowdy roddy piper, (yes) but when she cams