Cam`ron F- Juelz Santana Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics

Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics

[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 roof duke 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