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Cam'ron » He Tried to Play Me
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	(Hell Rell: hook) he tried to play meeee shit got all craaaazy but things just wasn't the same so i ran up on hiiiiim then pulled my mac outtt and i blew out his brainssss (Cam'ron: verse 1) y'all with the violenceeee we move in silenceee silence plus silence the gunsssss i was the wiiildest... that was childish... now i stack my onesssss shinay was in love with her school rich wasn't liking his school shinay caught two in the ribsssss he was a hustler she's a customer now he's off doing a biiiid tee got shot with a shotgun on his block i wish it was all preteeeend nana would get hiiigh hard enough getting buyy when is it all gonna ennnnd me i'm still holding on the team still rollin strong the ave is down the streeeeet but im a street target call me a meat market i stay around some beeeeeeef the blocks still pumpin isn't it somethiiiin? needles, knives & nineeees there's no tomorrooooow food getting borroweeeeed what kind of life is mine?? (Hell Rell: hook) he tried to play meeee shit got all craaaazy but things just wasn't the same so i ran up on hiiiiim then pulled my mac outtt and i blew out his brainssss (Cam'ron: verse 2) they call me "patty cake patty cake the bakers man", i bubble bread (bread) beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) we done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) shot out in front of police, yell fuck a fed! (fuck a fed) i patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo who seen killa cop? nigga's rolling c-lo pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's harlem) just a hype lame, you'll never like dame (why?) three years ago i would of robbed his dice game (true) life's changed my snipe game's the right mayne (what's the difference?) only difference is i'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) gotta laugh yall that's just blue lightning (the lambo) or that white thing, you on the internet pricing (pricing?) i don't window shop, not me and jim go cop hop through the window ock, god damn them bimbo's hot (hot) dukes of hazard, they wanna do the limbo lock never had a pinto ock, first car a benzo drop (mercedes) "bens & bops", put between my hot wallet and my toaster, i really had a hot pocket and i'm saying this real clear y'all can't chill here i know real thugs in wheelchairs yeah yeah, and you can't steal there party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear it's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real they don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear animals....lions, whales, seals, bears y'all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears (Cam'ron: bridge) that's why niggas fuck with me and them ladies loving me they all put they trust in me cause.....i flip that killa man that's why niggas fuck with me and them ladies loving me they all put they trust in me and.....my name is killa cam (Hell Rell: hook) he tried to play meeee shit got all craaaazy but things just wasn't the same so i ran up on hiiiiim then pulled my mac outtt and i blew out his brainssss
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