Artist: Cam'Ron and Busta Rhymes
Album: Violator - The Album
Song: What My n***as Want
[Cam'ron]
You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I freestyle
Rap is played out ain't sh** here for free child
Me and Chris Lighty checks is what we see child
Ice won't get you sea sick b**h, it get you senile
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle twist your cap
Hustler sh**, you never sold a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, down to the latch
Send someone else to get it back yo what type of sh** is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37 blunted
How many diamonds you got on? sh** 37 hundred
I'm stunting pissy popping by the bottle
Got nothing under the trench and I'm not from Colorado
Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles
Got Harlem looking like we a pack of skittles
I'm a Tyko fanatic, psychosomatic
Type blow the 'matic, life go dramatic
Hydro's a habit b**h
[Busta Rhymes](chorus)
All my n***as who's ready to ride n***as, what what
All my soldiers and my living foul n***as, what what
Money n***as, what what, thug n***as, what what
Grimy n***as, whatwhat
Big gun n***as, what what
All my b**hes that's ready to wild with me, what what
And f** a hole away in the ground with me, what what
Money b**hes, what what, thug b**hes, what what
Corporate b**hes, what what
All the above b**hes
[Cam'ron]
Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho dissing me
No I can't have that, not from rottisearre
Roglissere, Gators so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie misery
I make you kids learn, when your car gone
Crib burned, Jim Jones sh** permed like big Worm
And you speak that gang gang slang
Gun like pop from BoomerangBang Bang Bang
That girl looking, you packing a who*e
Slapping a who*e, foot sweppers slacking the door
Laughing for sure, yeah that sh** happend before
b**h flurting with me, her man tapping the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I smoke skunk about
Hope you make it to that year Prince sung about
All these years dripping and ducking
Stay with birds the ones I was flipping and f**ing
Ya heard
(chorus)