[Jay-Z]   uh huh, yeah      [Cam'Ron]   This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers   And of course, athletes in the struggle      [Verse 1]   Yo, yo yo yo yo    Some get a little and some get none   Shit, I was part of the some get none   The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs   Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done   After all, I was nice in ball,    But I came to practice weed scented   Report card like the speed limit   55-55 expellable   If your nice they make sure that you eligible   Pretty final, '92 played the city finals   Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th   I can hoop, yo   All-American in my age group, yo   Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)   Uh, but why they let a thug on campus   All i did was rob and mug on campus   Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus   At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus   Forgot about ball, I was done dude   Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas   Call moms, she dont want the phone act   She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit      [Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]      Cause the streets is a short stop   Either you slangin' crack-rock    or you got a wicked jump shot      [Verse 2]   Yo, yo, ayo   Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool   But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"   Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'   See me on broadway, know what im buyin'   Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n   Shiesty again, no where without iron   Seems like my school life self destroyed   Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed   Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing   Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game   Till one of the workers pulled a small case   Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced   I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin   A slow case n', verdict probation   Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that   Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"   See what happen', stopped the crackin'   Start rappin', quit the clappin'      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime   But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme   So in that i became more curious   Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious   Uh, so Killa did mixtapes   CEO's heard, now here come big cake   But one cat said Cam you better recoup   Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop   But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot   The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop   Money more the clutch, money more the touch   I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but   yeah   Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game   Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,   for dat fame   Throwa Untertainment   Sport, Drugs, Entertainment   Till the arrainment, Killa      [Chorus]      [Cam'Ron]   That's how it go on my block   Mad props, let off mad shots   All my peoples out there tryin' it   Dis a problem for they environment, killa   Sports, Drugs, Entertainment   Till the arraignment