Fleegod - Cam'Ron

You don’t know just what your soul does

When there’s no love and you sold drugs

On the first of the month like Bone Thugs

And the damn funds just won’t budge

And you live right where the crime was and the nines bust

You tryna shine 'cause the grinds on your mind

Sold nickel and dime without doing time.

Don’t mind us!

Still get computer’s 'putin

Nuisance, don’t care 'bout your two cents

You vexed, you’ll never get the blueprint

Switch siders, hopping a new fence

Relax before I relapse, these facts

Squeeze that three caps where you eat at

What you call feedback, bro, I don’t need that

Believe that, go home with your kneecaps

Blowing on Cheech & Chong, them sweet ass chron'

To each his own, make media leaches leave alone

Fuck sticks and stones, get beat to bones

You reach for phones, I reach for chrome

Then lie when gunshots reach your dome

Think these is poems?

You’ve seen all the money and cars

You’d think that Meech was home

Monogamy, nah, possibly do pornography

Listen to my philosophy, Cam’s autobiography

Outside on Lennox Ave with the coke and the crack

And the pen and the pad with the MAC in the back of the 'lac

While I’m racking on racks, you looking at endless swag

From Cassius Clay to bouncin' yay

In the fastest way, put the gas away

'Cause all you gon' hear is, «What's his name died…»

«What's his name died?»

he done passed away!

Pull out the arms, body armor on

Dead to a farm by a bag of hay, you a castaway

Sunday through saturday, St. Patrick’s Day

Mother’s Day, any other day, Labor Day, Father day

Your death date on your death certificate

Is our day, that’s what I would say

I beg your pardon, Vanessa Carlton

Yeah, we a thousand miles away

At the ballet, wearing Balleys

That’s out of date, that’s our debate

What you wanna eat baby, trout?

Steak?

Steak, potatoes?

How about baked?

Inner city, out of state

I want dessert, that pound of cake

You sounded safe, from down the base

We’ll surround your place with a pound of tape

Put around your waist, then bound your face

Legs and arms, you down to race?

(Laughter)