[Hook: Cam'Ron]   Aiyyo, fuck losing weight   I'm back on these highways moving cakes   Life's based upon what I'ma do today   Cop a car, new estate   Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey   Baby do the date   I got ta move an eighth   Fuck the scrutiny    Y'all niggas screwin me   Killa never let the drama slide   Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die   Yell out homicide      [Cam'Ron]   18 months please, that ain't facing time    I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time   I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway    6 months right back on the damn block anyway   But look, money from across the street   Think its sweet, think you get money across the street   Me and my peeps often meet   At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef    Walk with heat cause talk is cheap   So dunn stay silent   Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent   When it comes to beef it becomes a talent   Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice   Digital ten, shit get critical friend   I got 800 invisible men   That mean it could be the bankman   Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam   Lady at the front stand   Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe   Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade   And y'all dead now   That you can bet now   Do like a toaster put your bread down   Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds   In a collision, I see their ambition   But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison   Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen   When it came to grams it was 90 I fried   350 on the stove and its 90 outside   I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks   Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists   Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist   Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis   But love my music, say I do nothing but hits   She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits   Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed   Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix   So she went across the street, gave him a kiss   Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick   You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"   Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit   Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga      [Hook: Juelz Santana]   Fuck losing weight   We back on these highways moving cakes   Life's based upon what I'ma do today   I think my moms moving away   Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate   Baby do the date   I got to move an eighth   Fuck the scrutiny   Y'all niggas screwin me   Juelz never let the cops get me   On the block til the shots hit me   Until the shots get me      [Juelz Santana]   Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire   Its real dog, I live in the fire   Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire   Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire   Quick to grab the 5th and just fire   Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire   Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall   That's just the beginning of war   I let you know you dealing with dogs   My villians will finish you off   Head in your chest brain   Dead on the van on the express way   While I got my hand in the Tech wave   Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?"   Cops wanna cuff me, do it   You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it   Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises   Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper   Look at my body, I lost so much weight   Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight   I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake   He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight   He been waiting for his connection to come   I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one"   I'm on the block as usual   With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual   Watching for the cops that's moving through   Me and my soldiers know the rules   We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue   Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued   Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops   Mami told me son, hold your own   And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone   And I believed her   Juelz never let the cops get me   On the block til the shots hit me      [Hook: Cam'Ron]   Aiyyo, fuck losing weight   I'm back on these highways moving cakes   Life's based upon what I'ma do today   Cop a car, new estate   Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey   Baby do the date   I got ta move an eighth   Fuck the scrutiny    Y'all niggas screwin me   Killa never let the drama slide   Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die   Yell out homicide      [Hook: Juelz Santana]   Fuck losing weight   We back on these highways moving cakes   Life's based upon what I'ma do today   I think my moms moving away   Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate   Baby do the date   I got to move an eighth   Fuck the scrutiny   Y'all niggas screwin me   Juelz never let the cops get me   On the block til the shots hit me   Until the shots get me