S.d.e. Lyrics - Cam'ron

[Hook: Dave East] 

I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks 

I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep 

I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 

20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan 

Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams 

Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan 

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On the sixth floor, right in the 'jects, writing my best 

Wishing I was on my fifth tour, got some work I can click off 

Learned how to stack good 

I just want that Beamer same color as a Backwood (dark brown) 

Still empty, I'm that hood 

Used to do the chicken spot, now it's Benihana lunch 

Rolled with some older niggas that'll tie your mama up 

Oyster perpetual for the Rollie, kept it diamond cut 

Bottom nigga climbing up off sour, you can find me stuck 

Bark shot, bring me right back, niggas'll line you up 

Pull up in some shit you never seen so I ain't gotta rush 

Zoom by, kush on my left, pills on my right 

Kept the white right in the middle like moon pies, I'm too high 

They think they riding till they goons die 

My youngn' ask you what your shoe size 

Then probably let a few fly 

I'm in Miami with a Mu-ma 

Tryna win the Grammy off of Grandz & Buda 

I want the moolah, ha 

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I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks 

I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep 

I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 

20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan 

Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams 

Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan 

Not again, look he dropping the drop again 

I can go Margielas, Jordans, Timberlands, Moccasin 

Your raggedy guns, don't even acknowledge 'em 

Them old Eagles, nigga fuck is you Donovan? 

My connect, I swear remain anonymous 

And that's on everything, never name my accomplices 

In all honestness (honestness) 

They the real reason for all my accomplishments 

See that car ain't from rap, heron sponsored it 

Look we could bond a bit 

Can't tell you everything though, believe it's mobster shit 

Gats busting, that's nothing, bag up something 

Niggas ran off with work, that lead to casket stuffing 

Murder 1, homicide, it's that disgusting 

Pulled the hammer on me, I said "fag you bluffing" 

From Lennox Ave to Killa 1st 

I get skrilla, yeah Killa I'm still in first 

I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks 

I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep 

I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress speak 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Master P 

Sports, drugs, and entertainment, think I'm Killa Cam 

20 grams, spin it like a ceiling fan 

Pan, pan, old Harlem niggas pitching grams 

Kill the streets then hit the beach, go get a tan 

Get a tan 

Do Miami nigga 

Bahamas, Cuba, Antigua, Venezuela 

We outta here 

Beach Life my nigga