Cam`ron Leave You Alone Lyrics

Leave You Alone Lyrics

I gotta leave, leave you alone

Wish I could

I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right?

I don't know



Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted

When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?

Mother still getting high, she so damn gifted

Like she got no legs though, she can't kick it



We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it

Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket

But it backfired, air in the back tires

Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires



Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchy

Watch "Menace II Society", think about Chauncey

The snitch factor, now it's a big factor

Shit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch after



Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped her

Kitch scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered

'Cause she joined a fraternity, the bitch "Kappa"

He ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker



Now, Rich not, she could of met a rich cracker

She get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed her

They'll train the fighters, Titus gained arthritis

Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us



He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86

That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks

Crib, tried to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit

60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick



Yo, I can promise this, you dealing with a Communist

That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch

My accomplices, they remain anonymous

And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is



Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich

Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan honor it

Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster and pasta

Y'all imposters, imposing my posture, I gotcha



Mobsters with choppers, enough "dado"

Chicks duct tape 'em, turn 'em over butt rape 'em

Grams cut, shave 'em, Cam hair cut, shave it

But bust on her hushes, like a lush Wes Craven



That's the hustle, I'm old school, you must page 'em

Whatever love hate 'em, won't do, touch, play 'em

Degrade 'em? talk slick, fuck it your all sick

Lay you in dog shit, look over you, hork spit



Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk

Homey we make bodies drop, then skate like Tony Hawk

Over short paper, play a O for very long

"Fourth of July", M80's, cherry bombs



They'll disguise the slugs

Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz

His eyes was bugged, watch the don poke you

But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya moms won't know you, killa