Lyrics:

Cam'ron
miscellaneous
intro'(Feat. Dj Kay Slay
[cam'ron]
how Y'all Doin' Out There
i Wanna Welcome Y'all Back
welcome Some Of Y'all For The First Time, Huh Killa
we Did It Again, Y'all Don't Fuck Wit Us
suck A Dick Man, Aiyyo Jones, What's Good
santana, Freaky, They Gonna Be Mad This Time, Huh
aiyyo I Got My Man Kay Slay Up In The House
harlem, You Know What It Is, What's Good

[kay Slay]
you Know How We Get Down, East Side, El Barrio

[cam'ron]
el Barrio Up In This Bitch, Aiyyo Kay
this Bitch Blowing Up My Motherfuckin Phone Right Now
man, Fuck' Hold Up, Hol', Yo Man

[kay Slay]
yo Son

[cam'ron]
what's Good

[kay Slay]
i Gotta Tell You Like My Dog Told Me
when You Meet A Chick, You Gotsta Straight Slap Her

[cam'ron]
slap Her

[kay Slay]
yeah, When You First Meet Her, Just Slap Her

[cam'ron]
off The Bat

[kay Slay]
off The Bat, Just Backhand Her

[cam'ron]
why's That, Though

[kay Slay]
'cause Later On Down The Line
you Ain't Never Gotsta To Worry About
that Chick Telling You --
'cam, You Don't Treat Me The Way You Used To'

[cam'ron]
[laughing] That's What I'm Sayin' Nigga
but See The Thing Is With Me
i Don't Understand How A Bitch Can Go Out
rain, Sleet, Snow, Fuck, Suck Whoever
and Then Go Give Another Nigga Her Fucking Money
knawmean

[kay Slay]
nah Cam, You Gotta Understand
that's Cause Ya Game Is Tight

[cam'ron]
oh, Nah, Not Me Ka', I'm Talking About Another Nigga
i Know My Game Is Tight, Nigga, Knowhaimean
we Getting Ready Set This Shit The Fuck Off
jones, Where We At, Huh Harlem, Harlem, Harlem...

[verse]
yo, Yo, I Advise You To Step Son
for I Fuck Ya Moms, Make You My Step Son
y'all Be Calling Me Daddy, Cause
the 'rag Muffin' Y'all Soon Say
y'all Fuck Around With Brother 'num-Say'
y'all Gonna See Doomsday
i'm A Savage But Colder
now I Rock Karrots That I'm Older
see This Parrot On My Shoulder
he Do The Talking, I Ain't Concerned With Words
act Up, And Be Returned To The Birds
i Return With Them Birds, Any 28 Grams
a Bitch That I Touch, Pretty Much Turns To Birds
i Be In Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, Pokin' Ya Moms
hauntin' Ya Aunt, All Over The Dawn
using A Dope Then I'm Gone Back
cobacabana, No Joke I'm Bananas
cops Come For Dope It's A Damper
i'm Low In Atlanta, Get Hot, Go To Savana
rush The Crib, Go In The Hampter
don't Follow Me, 'stan-A'
if You Do, I'm Blowin' The Hammer
that'll Rip That Vest Apart, Hit Ya Chest And Heart
i Ain't Finished, That's Just The Start
you'll Be Calling For Back Up, Praying For Help
fuck My Life, I'm Taking Myself
all The Achin' I Felt
in My Crib At Night, Praying For Wealth
bitches Dissin 'what's The Problem Ma I Ain't Ballin'
now Every Ten Minutes, Hoes Prank Callin'

[kay Slay]
yo Cam, Fuck All This Rap Shit, Man
let's Get Down To Business, Harlem