Living a Lie - Cam'Ron

Them niggas actors

They deserve Oscars

We pull choppers

To war with the coppers

Dogg: Them niggas livin' a lie!

Dipset stay fly!

Killa!

Let’s get the riot on, acting like I’m lying, huh?

5 years probation, possession of a firearm (that's New York)

Did the county, bologna like it was «Ground Round» (that's Texas)

Zeek ran an ecstasy ring, he on the countdown (North Carolina)

Seran down the V, coke in the whip… he bought the Chaper (Chicago)

Victoria secrets?

Nah it was secret indictments

Jim indicted but Kelina from P. C could fight it (uptown Rucker)

Up in the peach, yeah the weed at least he could light it (then what?)

Then Zeek shot, then E killed, then B popped, then me rocked

Yeah, but we shooting back, I’m pulling out the four fifth

If I ain’t get 'em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Yeah, niggas nauseous, I’ll show you just what nauseous is

We surround fortresses, studios and offices

You should be cautious, kid, 'fore the boss of this off ya lid

R.I.P.

right where the portrait is

(Da da do) that means drop it and run it

No fronting 'cause the coppers is coming, like

(Da da do) that’s when we popping them bottles

With some models on our hip is some hollows (Dipset!)

Before they shot they had to valet me

Back in New York, my P. O gonna violate me

Said «why you acting pure as Nixon?», she said «you had no permission

To go to D. C…you know that’s out the jurisdiction» (I'm on business!)

«Ma, I gotta eat… I don’t know your religion

I got child support, I can’t endure the bitching (I can’t take it)

Plus some cousins in college, add on more tuition (education)

Said she got me on tape, flipping a quarter chicken (not me!)

Nah… that Persian-white, murder-type, fur was right (about $ 20,000)

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Vertebrae snapped, gats… huh, I swerve 'em right

Dipset, bitch, yes, peep our urban life

Like lighting herb tonight, cops come, adjourn the site

They leave… U-turn…customers, we serve 'em right

So what your life like?

Mine?

Type: nice, light come off the white ice

You: bum-ass knife fights, Killa!

I’m proving this, you losing this, there’s nothing you could do with this

I’m disturbing the peace, right?

Just call me Ludacris (Luda!)

I don’t care who exist, the Exorcist moving bricks

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Can’t pop fly, I get my socks tied

I’m being watched by News 1, Fox 5

CNN, NBC, CBS, creep in my home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Yeah I VV’d the stones, dogg, I’m into cake

I sell records but my real job: interstates («I» Whatever!)

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

I’m a winner, fish in my crib, I got a winter lake

And the fountain right, nope, I won’t pronounce the price (nope!)

But I’ll be bouncing right near you on a mountain bike (a hood near you)

That’s where I hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Put the 4 pounder right: yeah, bang!

That’s the sound of life

Killa!