Cam`ron Just Us Lyrics

Just Us Lyrics

Verse 1:

Uh, yo

Her shoes straight was hooker

Don't play, I
cook it, what's shakin' sugar

I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin'
mucke

She said she hate a pusher, I said I hate a booger

A snotty
attitude, she laughed, I purple haze and kushed her

My charm captured
her, she havin' man trouble

I'm havin' woman problems, it all began in
Harlem

Wife with the Lou' Vuitton said I'm livin' wrong and I did her
wrong

Forget the song, I swear I love her to death but we can't get
along

Her problem big as hell, her dad died man, beat her friend crossed
up ma

Breast cancer got laid off and plus her son got sickle cell

Damn mami, hit the L, Misses Bell got shit to tell

Sound horrific, gain
a doctor, but your I wish him well

Under this damn pressure

She
looked at me, I looked at her and then Cam measured

Started to Sanchez
her



Hook:

Tell you some dudes might fight some

Gunplay, day time and the night come

But I'm from Harlem, want a
problem yeah you're dealin' wit' the right one

The right one, a female, I
like one, a straight girl

A dike one, either way, come on girl, it's just
us (it's just us)

It's just us (it's just us)

I'm so tough, out the
cuffs

Diamonds crushed, we so plush

It's just us (it's just us)

It's just us (it's just us)

It's just us (it's just us)

It's just
us (it's just us)

It's just us



Verse 2:

Tell you the
boy's amazing, I show some poise and patience

Lack of communication, well
that right there destroys a nation

I'm God's child right, my dudes
employed by Satan

And once the grape get dry, hope y'all enjoy the
raisin

Tanya never checked the check, Kim gettin' high, no
self-respect

What you expect, MTV, naaa, crack got Direct Effect

Plus all the side-effects, they coming fully-loaded

And then divide ya
death, fuck protect, better hide yo' neck

So I play homebase, and I keep
a chrome case

And a lawyer just incase I catch a case, it's a very long
race

Moving at the wrong pace, hope you got strong brakes

My crew
ain't nuttin' but candles, yep we sittin' on cake

And all these birds we
pitchin', well they're absurd and sickenin'

But I seen Brando 143rd and
Lenox, dirty kitchens

Back of the Burban hun, you heard me hun, she
31

Gave her a Sanchez, yes a dirty one



Hook