Cam`ron Get Down Lyrics

Get Down Lyrics



Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)

Remember Santana was next

Now its not techs, its checks

And fancy collects

I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettes

Pose for the camera man

Me and Santana man

Word to my grand ma

He one bad mamma jamma, dam

So I don't write for the stardom

I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems

I've been through it headed right for the bottom

D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)

Thats why I throw some doe

To my cody from costovo

Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)

No one suppose to know

But she lay me up like the prime minister

Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar

That was a lot to linger

But to the top I bring her

But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers

Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers

Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer

Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert

This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)

Remember I'm gonna spend my cake

Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)

Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)

Its a higher stake

Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake

And we from BBO

Now you a CEO

Direct a Vieo [video]

Your own album here we go

Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me

We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50

But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl

I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child

We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls

Insomniatics our life styles compatible

Magical

Pops gone, shit tragical

Moms on mission

My house is where the attics chill

I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabatical

Its not irrational

I grew up radical

And you all are shook

I bought all my crooks

Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks

Tito and Brick yes yes come again

They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else)