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That's Me Lyrics - S.d.e. - Cam'ron

I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer 

You know they put my food in the dark 

And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit 

Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer 

 

I'm on y'all 

Harlem, who else is going to hold us down 

Bloodshed niggas 

Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer 

 

Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's 

Like it's all good down at the hit factory 

Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me 

All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery 

 

I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies 

And I can't act, turned down three movies 

So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash 

And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast 

 

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My rude ass, carry three weapons 

And I'll give your face a C section and keep stepping 

Who else in a hurry to mirk 

We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts 

 

Imagine me wake up 7: 30 for work, what? 

I'd rather run the streets 7: 30 with work 

But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order 

Came and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter 

 

Said me, it's the man, can't be 

Be glad I'm not in her damn panties 

Got her damn handy 

How you going to ever ask, stop carrying candy 

 

I'm a sell to anybody in your damn family 

Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy 

Your right hand man, Randy, understand me 

In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land piece 

And a matching land, Desert Calasandi 

 

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You know the one with the whips, that's me 

The one with the chips and the chips, that's me 

The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me 

Get at me, nigga, that's me 

 

The one that be running and dodging, you 

The one that be sucking mad dick, you 

The one that's scared of some yay yo 

Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch 

 

I could show you some ice 

Throw you a bite 

You not that good dog, who told you you're nice 

Your crew, switch siders 

 

When I come through, hey, Cam 

Dick riders 

But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight 

Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver 

 

Come through, stick your suppliers 

Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva 

Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth 

Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out 

 

And I don't got beef, I don't play those games 

If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names 

Go to your house, red dot, scope your crib 

Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz 

 

My crew split, it was my mistake 

But to my nigga, Duke, we all make mistakes 

I'm a get shit right if I spend my cake 

Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H 

 

This is for my niggas that load the pipe 

Saying I'm the best, just not promoted right 

You know my life 

Drink, smoke, roll some dice 

 

Control the hiest 

Know I'm a patrol your schiest 

We all get schiest 

Ma, keep all your rice 

 

Wedding ring, hell no 

I like all my ice 

Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite 

Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like poltergiest 

 

You the type talk about everything you got now 

I interrupt you like, "Not now, you hot owl" 

My rings like a dog, all rock wild 

When I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!" 

 

I see y'all concerned about me 

You ain't got to go to school to learn about me 

 

Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me 

The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me 

The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price 

Yoke that's nice, that's me 

 

The one that's scared of a scuffle, you 

The one that say, "Baby girl, I love you" you 

The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven 

You all about nothing, you biatch 

 

Told you I got us this time around niggas 

Feeling me some, huh 

Harlem, I got us nigga 

 

Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty 

Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over 

It's fuck us, so fuck y'all 

 

Killa biatch 

Killa bitch 

Killa bitch 

 

Killa bitch 

Killa bitch 

Killa bitch 

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