Lyrics:

[hell Rell Hook]
he Tried To Play Me, Shit Got All Crazy, And Things Just Wasnt The Same
so I Ran Up On Him, Then Pulled My Mac Out, And I Blew Out His Brains

[camron Verse 1]
yall Wanted Violence, We Move In Silence
silencer Silenced The Guns
i Was The Wildest, That Was Childish
now I Stack My Ones
shenay Was In Love With Her School, Rich Wasnt Likin Her School
shenay Caught Two In Her Ribs
he Was A Hustler, Shes A Customer
now Hes Off Doing A Bid
t Got Shot With A Shotgun On His Block
i Wish It Was All Pretend
nana Gettin High, Hard Enough Gettin By
when Is It All Gonna End
me Im Still Holding On, The Team Still Rolling Strong
the Ave To Down The Street
but Im A Street Target, Call Me The Meat Market
i Stay Around Some Beef
the Block Still Pumpin, Isnt Somethin
needles, Knives, And Nines
theres No Tomorrow, Food Gettin Borrowed
what Kinda Life Is Mine

[hell Rell Hook]
he Tried To Play Me, Shit Got All Crazy, And Things Just Wasnt The Same
so I Ran Up On Him, Then Pulled My Mac Out, And I Blew Out His Brains

[camron Verse 2]
they Call Me Patty-Cake Patty-Cake The Bakers Man I Bubble Bread
beef Dont Stop, Whose This Years Knuckle Head
we Done Scrapped And Scuffled Until Are Knuckles Bled
shot Out Infront Of Police, Yelled Fuck The Feds!
i Patrol On Thee Low, Po-Po Know My Steelo
cool See, Kill A Cop, Niggas Rollin C-Lo
pump The Pedal, Bike Nice Chain, Light Change
fiends Sniffin White Cane, Needle, Forty, And Night Train
just A Hype Lame, You Dont Love Em Like Dame
three Years Ago I Woulda Robbed His Dice Game
lifes Changed, My Snipe Game Still Right Mane
only Different Is I Push You To That Right - Lane
gotta Laugh Yall Thats Just Blue Lightning (The Lambo)
or That White Thing, You On The Internet Pricing
i Dont Window Shop, Not Me And Jim Go Cop
hop Through The Window Ock, Gotdamn Them Bimbos Hot
dukes Of Hazzard, They Wanna Do The Limbo Lock
never Had A Pinto Ock, First Car A Benzo Drop
benzi Box Put Between My Hot Wallet
and My Toaster, I Really Had A Hot - Pocket
and Im Saying This Real Clear, Yall Cant Chill Here
i Know Real Thugs In Wheel Chairs, Yeah Yeah
banged Up And They Still There
party Pop More Bottles Then A Nigga On Two Feet In Some Real Gear
its Real Here, Real Near, You Feel Fear, Males Real
they Dont Cry If They Do Cry Homeboy Its A Steal Tear
animals, Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears
yall Fruits, Cherry, Grapes, Still Pears

thats Why Niggas Fuck With Me, And Them Ladies Lovin Me
they All Put They Trust On Me, Cause I Flip That Killa Man
thats Why Niggas Fuck With Me, And Them Ladies Lovin Me
they All Put They Trust On Me, And My Name Is Killa Cam

[hell Rell Hook 2x]
he Tried To Play Me, Shit Got All Crazy, And Things Just Wasnt The Same
so I Ran Up On Him, Then Pulled My Mac Out, And I Blew Out His Brains