[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)]    Uh Killa    Baby    Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh    Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)    Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)    (Killa, Ye, come on)       [Cam'Ron]    Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated    The nerve I never hated    On murders we meditated    Absurd I hesitated    Observe cock and spray    Hit you from a block away    Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay    Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place    Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face    She dealing with Killa so you love her taste    She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste    I got brought up with crooking    Kitchen orders that I'm cooking    But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn    It gets boring just looking    I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding    Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar    Interior inferior star-spangled banner    Car game bananas    Ma man and Tana    Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers    He's back       [Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)]    They trying to say he (down, down)    I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)    But our flow's the truest (oh)    The game's in a nuisance (no no)    Our girls is the models (oh)    They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)    Yeah they say he (down, down)    Yeah they say he (down and out)    Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)    Money back on my mind (no no)    Ye and Killa Cam (oh)    The world is mine (ooooh)       [Cam'Ron]    I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+    Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head    Cop me And 1s hon lime and red    You got pets me too mines are dead    Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary    Accessories my closet's pet cemetery    I get approached by animal activists    I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages    All my niggaz get together to gather loot    Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot    I go to war old timbs batted boots    Hand grenade goggles and a parachute    Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet    It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit    You don't know bout the cases I get    Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris    Ow       [Hook]       [Cam'Ron]    Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit    My bitches pure thick    Play razor tag slice ya face, you're it    It's I who come by drive thru    Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue    Look at mami eyes blue five two    I approached her "hi boo, how you?"    Tony skin Louis oh you fly too    You a stewardess good ma I fly too    Now a nigga got baking to bey    Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away    Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's    Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake    Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake    I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape    For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo    I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so    Uh Killa       [Hook]       [Cam'Ron talking]    Mine    Killa you already know Harlem    Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis    Chicago of course    Westside holla at me    Southside wild honeys    You know what it is Ohio    Columbus holla at ya boy    You know what else I do    Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati