Cuurtis Lyrics - Cam'ron

Verse 1: 

The truck or the Lamby 

Cam be stuffed in some candy 

This ain't a label Curtis, I'm freaking with family 

See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's gated 

Hopped out the casket bastard, reincarnated 

Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece 

I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth 

Bugs Monkey, act hard wit' a crack god that mack broads 

That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard 

Cuurtis, what's messing wit' ya head bad 

Ya dead mad, but dag that, security with red flags 

You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way 

Fine play, I keep it nuetral, but my family's 9-Trey 

Soo-Woo, my A.R. lights that stay to fight from day to night 

When I smack the Lightey brothers, Dave and Mike 

Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me though 

Jimmy ain't the president, he the CEO 

Zeke is the president, it's evident, he'll cock and spray 

Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre 

I fuck with Zo Pound too, waddup, Sa Pa Se 

Grab the cocoa macok, tessozo, rock away 

I extended the clip, never be friends with you pricks 

Shout to a real Queens dude, ya know, Kenneth McGriff 

He ran from police, you run with police 

You ain't from Southside 

You 'bout to get your mouth wide 

Hook: 

Cuurtis, uh, rewind it DJ 

Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's from BK 

Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be nervous 

Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy Curtis 

(Repeat) 

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Verse 2: 

Ay yo, check the tale, girls break they neck and nails 

Just for me to sex they tail, but let's talk record sales 

Juelz, 800, Jim, 400 

I cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted 

Yeah I rocked the Roc so stop it doc, you copper top 

My niggaz, watch 'em ball, your dudes, I watch 'em flop 

Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryna be clear 

Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three years 

Lemme be fair, I hop up off a sweet Lear 

Right to Lennox, ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair 

Visa knottail, and dog we not frail 

You don'r club in New York, you party out in Scotsdale 

I can't be clowned, beef dog, how dare we now 

And how you livin', you live in Tyson's hand-me-down 

Plus you can't be found, I'll have you taped, gagged, and bound 

Ask around, I never liked the circus, so I clap a clown 

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Hook 

Ay yo man, thanks for all the shout-outs 

For my dudes who keep shoutin', I love it baby 

They're my brothers 

I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute 

Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard, you just signed off for Prodigy to go there 

Ay yo P, he a sucker, get away from that dude B 

You ain't got no swag with buck teeth 

You know how ya ain't got no swag 

Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tanktops 

Is stupid just like yo' dumb ass 

Them is brazier tops 

Whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga 

Ay yo stop calling my probation officer too 

Why you talkin' 'bout my probation 

You tryna get me locked up Curtis 

Ay yo Curtis you really tryna get me locked up 

You said something about my probation on your song 

Next thing you know my probation officer called me today, said they need to see me 

Ay yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail 

It's crazy, how I gotta report to probation next Thursday 

I ain't supposed to report for three weeks 

I gotta go Thursday and he mentioned my probation 

Ay yo, lemme get off this mic now cuz I know how you get down 

Rat ass nigga, that's true story, that's not even a joke, I'm dead serious