Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey
How long we gon' have this **** on lock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye

Listen, I been coppin' them pieces
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feel like a boxer bobbin and weavin'
But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin' and weavin' (yes sir)
I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin'
I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin'
Until I'm sparked out and leakin', part of the cement
I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why)

Wouldn't mind making her part of my achievements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there)
Zeke the only one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside seems like we were playin' in mud
Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin')
Who ill, a check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, [bad word] stills
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things

Look talk to 'em, Look my fella said you been coppin' a lot
Latest caper Propellers on top of the drop
But **** it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc (Killa)
Top a top on top of the top, but yo nothing definite
I chop up the rocks and I stop up the drop
Blocka, blocka the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got and I pop up them cops

'Cause dog, it ain't about Cam (it ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (for that)
It's about being 'bout it if you're not, you're *** backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (that's important)
Little *****s need to sit up and read
If the town's too hot, get up and leave
*****s always got a trick up their sleeve (always)
***** like me I always got a brick up my sleeve and that's forever

****, I was two blocks from coppin' dust
I used to hop the bus, now look dog, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they [bad word]  ****, they gotta blush
Want to go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they [bad word] and ***** how they ran a mile
**** Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles [bad word]  I gotta smile a hundred grand, I demand it
Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child
And that's forever man

You hear it, uh huh, we here, I love y'all man
It's nothing boy, Dash, Hoffa, Young [bad word] What's really good, holla at your boy
I might have this **** on lock man
Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harlem, you know who the **** I am Killa
We just want you's to know Diplomats is here
We ain't going nowhere, holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man