Cam`ron Shanghai Lyrics

Shanghai Lyrics

[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feel sorry for
who!!
Gave you head before I stormed in
Muthafucka any problem yo I want
in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are
boardin
The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
Meat
rice and poultry
We all know how you get your money
Don't insult
me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, I chill
But
we are about to split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill
See your man
He
thinks he's wise
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one with chinky
eyes
Yo, I'm related to him
And I'll put eight through him
When I
skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know is take to him
And
before it's over
I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke
aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real
quick, real sick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll have
this whole fuckin clip
On some raw dog shit
Close that gate
It's time
to negotiate
Now your store really could fulfill my needs
Got now and
later seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we
need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and
keys
But ya'll is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna
get paid off, nigga
Like five-0
[Chorus]-2x's
In America the product is
coke and weed
In China, the product is dope and speed
The Columbians got
the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and
Scheme
[Cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mil' a week
And my niggas
on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can
you feel our beat
So give us half
Or I guarantee baby
You gonna feel
the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a
blizzard through your store
In the middle of July
So if you wanna
chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I feel like Jackie
Chan
Exactly man
Kong Fu
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for
Bi
Not to con you
Now it's a done deal yo
There ain't no bluffin
kid
And tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I
would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact get out
the way
I know where that maschetti at
Give me that
Blamm!!!
That's
when the chink goes flip
Then grabs me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee
shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a
puddle of blood
Is where that bitch laid
But this ain't have to happen
yo
Man you see the weed for real
Nigga let me go!
Back up off
me!
Damn that was a close one
Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce
son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give them
them tapes
Ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the
topic
My deal to the floor
In a week
I can bring about 10 thou to the
store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to what your crew
had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the deal
either take it or leave it
Cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze
it
Now everything is set up
Right?
I got some girls that will be here
sometime tonight
You know meya, the nigga wit China white
They got some
shit that will fuck around and blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if
I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And you
sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't
want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
In the worst way
[Chorus]