I Really Mean It Lyrics - Cam'ron

You see man 

Let's get off of that lame man 

Let's get into what we like to do man 

This what we do preferably man 

We bring that powerful music to your table man 

Killa, let 'em know something 

Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh 

Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey 

Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh 

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Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it 

Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) 

Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em 

Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) 

Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good? 

Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it) 

I'm a genius, Papadapolis, never lenient 

On your Zenith (I really mean it) 

Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks 

Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks 

And you Orphan Annie 

Ma, take off your panties 

Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it) 

Yeah, let's get lost in candy 

I got lofts in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami 

Reno, Nevada. Sip pino colada 

Mama I've seen all the Prada (I really mean it) 

I rock Mauri, Phoenix 

Road to Glory. Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it) 

The game: abuse it. It's pain in music 

But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest 

I get lame and lose it. Beef? Came to do it 

Aim and shoot it, flames turn ya brains the fluid 

Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off 

Let Just live 

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Yeah, now that's powerful music man 

You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it) 

Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it) 

And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it) 

Ok, we back in 

Mami listen (I really mean it) 

Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage 

Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh B'gosh 

Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes 

Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages 

From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes 

Wanna use my brain, then give Killa mad dough 

It's all good, increase Killa cash flow 

Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes 

You'll get side swiped, look at my life 

First movie ever, murked out Mekhi Phife(r) 

And papi got jerked out of pies twice 

Dip Set, we working with five dice 

Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks 

I send bodies with "read this note" attached 

Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood 

Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood' 

On the couch bloody, old lady sighing 

Wifey screaming (I really mean it) 

Pissy little baby crying 

Fucked up man, shit. There you seen it (I really mean it) 

Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft 

Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce 

Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it) 

And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you 

(I really mean it) 

Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nigga 

(I really mean it) 

Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man 

(I really mean it) 

Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name 

Cause that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is 

You faggot! 

I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man, we gone bury you 

Holla! 

See if you bout it, bout it 

Cause we is (I really mean it) 

NYC!