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He Tried To Play Me (feat. Hell Rell) [Hell Rell: Hook] HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN`T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS [Cam`Ron: Verse 1] Y`ALL WITH THE VIOLENCEEEE WE MOVE IN SILENCEEE SILENCE PLUS SILENCE THE GUNSSSSS I WAS THE WIIILDEST... THAT WAS CHILDISH... NOW I STACK MY ONESSSSS SHINAY WAS IN LOVE WITH HER SCHOOL RICH WASN`T LIKING HIS SCHOOL SHINAY CAUGHT TWO IN THE RIBSSSSS HE WAS A HUSTLER SHE`S A CUSTOMER NOW HE`S OFF DOING A BIIIID TEE GOT SHOT WITH A SHOTGUN ON HIS BLOCK I WISH IT WAS ALL PRETEEEEND NANA WOULD GET HIIIGH HARD ENOUGH GETTING BUYY WHEN IS IT ALL GONNA ENNNND ME I`M STILL HOLDING ON THE TEAM STILL ROLLIN STRONG THE AVE IS DOWN THE STREEEEET BUT IM A STREET TARGET CALL ME A MEAT MARKET I STAY AROUND SOME BEEEEEEEF THE BLOCKS STILL PUMPIN ISN`T IT SOMETHIIIIN? NEEDLES, KNIVES & NINEEEES THERE`S NO TOMORROOOOOW FOOD GETTING BORROWEEEEED WHAT KIND OF LIFE IS MINE?? [Hell Rell: Hook] HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN`T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS [Cam`Ron: Verse 2] They call me `Patty Cake Patty Cake The Bakers Man`, I bubble bread (bread) Beef don`t stop, who`s this years knuckle head? (knuckle head) We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled) Shot out in front of police, yell FUCK A FED! (fuck a fed) I patrol on d-lo, popo know my steelo Who seen Killa cop? Nigga`s rolling C-Lo Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain Fiends sniffin` white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that`s Harlem) Just a hype lame, you`ll never like Dame (why?) Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true) Life`s changed my snipe game`s the right mayne (what`s the difference?) Only difference is I`ll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic) Gotta laugh yall that`s just blue lightning (the Lambo) Or that white thing, you on the Internet pricing (pricing?) I don`t window shop, not me and Jim go cop Hop through the window ock, god damn them Bimbo`s hot (hot) Dukes of Hazard, they wanna do the Limbo Lock Never had a Pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes) `Bens & Bops`, put between my hot wallet And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket And I`m saying this real clear y`all can`t chill here I know real thugs in wheelchairs Yeah yeah, and you can`t steal there Party pop more bottles than a nigga on 2 feet and some real gear It`s real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real They don`t cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear Animals....Lions, Whales, Seals, Bears Y`all fruits.....cherries, grapes, stale pears [Cam`Ron: Bridge] THAT`S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME CAUSE.....I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN THAT`S WHY NIGGAS FUCK WITH ME AND THEM LADIES LOVING ME THEY ALL PUT THEY TRUST IN ME AND.....MY NAME IS KILLA CAM [Hell Rell: Hook] HE TRIED TO PLAY MEEEE SHIT GOT ALL CRAAAAZY BUT THINGS JUST WASN`T THE SAME SO I RAN UP ON HIIIIIM THEN PULLED MY MAC OUTTT AND I BLEW OUT HIS BRAINSSSS | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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