[Cam'ron]   Shut the fuck up punk!   Give me that shit!   You feel sorry for who!!      Gave you head before I stormed in   Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in   I'm here to win   Every mornin   I'm yawnin   While ya'll are boardin   The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in   Meat, rice, and poultry   We all know how you get your money   Don't insult me    Shutup   For me not steppin    You can fault me   Yeah, I chill   But we are about to split this muthafucka   Like SugarHill   See your man    He thinks he's wise   Tell him chill    He ain't the only one with chinky eyes   Yo, I'm related to him   And I'll put eight through him   When I skate though him   And my co-d   I don't think you know is take to him   And before it's over   I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma   And yo, your wife keeps twitchin   Than we both can bone her   Real quick, real sick   Pull out dick    Then nigga go on and riff   I'll have this whole fuckin clip   On some raw dog shit   Close that gate   It's time to negotiate   Now your store really could fulfill my needs   Got now and later seeds   Niggas need dungarees   We in the middle of Harlem    What we need for them ski's   That's the coverup nigga   For the weed, guns, and keys   But ya'll is gettin live though   I ain't gonna cry yo   I just wanna get paid off, nigga   Like five-0      [Chorus - 2x's]   In America the product is coke and weed   In China, the product is dope and speed   The Columbians got the coca leaves   But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme      [Cam'ron]   Now your store grose   A mil' a week   And my niggas on the block   Yo, we feel is sweet   But we been livin here forever   Can you feel our beat   So give us half   Or I guarantee baby   You gonna feel the heat   And I'm a little bit high   Save a little and you die   Send a blizzard through your store   In the middle of July   So if you wanna chat    We can   If you wanna scrap    We can   But I feel like Jackie Chan   Exactly man   Kong Fu   Murder thoughts like John Woo   I'm here for Bi   Not to con you   Now it's a done deal yo   There ain't no bluffin kid   And tell your wife don't move   I know where that button is   Yo, I would hate to have to bust her   That's petty black   Matter of fact get out the way   I know where that maschetti at   Give me that    Blamm!!!   That's when the chink goes flip   Then grabs me like Spock   On some Bruce Lee shit   And his wife had a grenade   That's when my niggas sprayed   And in a puddle of blood   Is where that bitch laid   But this ain't have to happen yo   Man you see the weed for real   Nigga let me go!   Back up off me!   Damn that was a close one   Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son   That's Word to mutha!   You don't know how deep we are   Give them them tapes   Ya'll got VCR's   Yeah, three of 'em   But back to the topic   My deal to the floor   In a week   I can bring about 10 thou to the store   Yeah, I know I know I know   That's not near to what your crew had   But we doin this together   Nigga that's too bad   Now here's the deal either take it or leave it   Cause see these guns   We can take it or squeeze it   Now everything is set up   Right?   I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight   You know meya, the nigga wit China white   They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight   They kind of tight   Now if I here things behind the hype   I'll put a contract on your life    And you sign it right   The first day   So have my money Thursday   Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day   In the worst way      [Chorus]