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Singles


Artist: Cam'ron
Total songs: 5
Year:

Love My Life Lyrics - Singles - Cam'ron

Ayo, I never claim to hard, tough, no homo, gangsta, none of the above 

Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA 

Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard? 

You know in the trials and tribulations that life brings 

I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever 

You know you can't expect everything from everybody 

So get up, get out and get something 

That's what I did 

 

Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked 

Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot 

Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill 

Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now 

My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida 

Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica 

Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka 

Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell 

He gave birth to the best MC you never heard 

Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words 

Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C 

He did damage, road managed by G-O-D 

A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard 

Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars 

Cutlass 68', hooptie 75' 

Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why 

I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air 

First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career 

That's a fact, dick; ain't talking no rap shit 

I'm talking that Mac clip, niggas will back-flip 

Act sick; my dude studied the Sabbath 

No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish 

He could have my house, he could keep my Mauri's 

He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story 

 

That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them 

You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me...probably both 

If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto 

9 out of 10 times you gonna win, nigga 

 

Play the game, sure to win 

They all up on me, know they wants my ends 

I sacrifice, I roll the dice 

 

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See, a boss I'm prepared to be 

When I walk away from a confrontation 

I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me 

I got a gun - you don't, so if flares you'll see 

After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me 

So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me 

Who care? I don't; you share, I won't 

Calm down, breathe again 

I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end 

Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak 

That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat 

Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street 

Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up) 

I don't look in the sky, never mind stars 

Know some fine stars right behind bars 

Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest 

Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest 

They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek 

Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek 

I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome 

Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on? 

And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours 

Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower 

In that same spot, realized math is power 

So I point at the mansion that is ours 

 

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