Cam'ron - Dinner Time (Mase Diss) lyrics

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Cam'ron - Dinner Time (Mase Diss) lyrics

[Intro] I need somebody to talk to me tonight You remember how well you use to sing it? I can't sing that song Young man looked at him and said why you can't sing it? You know what he told him? Since you saw me last, something happened to me [Verse 1] Time to get the facts across Ohh, somebody pissed the pastor off I'm all for the jokes, bundle up, get your coat But, I only go for the throat, I'ma chimney, I work the smoke You done opened up a door, I'm petty, ready for war I ain't got a sister, only sister I f**ed was yours I know the bars off The Program touched you How you mad at me, though you let Mr. Royce touch you (facts) Do what you must do Me, I'm getting my just due But, who you talking tough to? Blinky just snuffed you Puff f**ed you, we've seen in those binoculars Pa**ed you to 50, he was finger popping ya' Then, he took it back like a fly b**h that was popular You're 42 still saying "Ain't no stopping ya" You know my deals, liquor, movies, and flashy kicks How you talking deals? Your last deal was 96' Your flight book it, talking about I'm crooked Man, I don't steal, if I took something I took it Pastor Mason, no fabrication We're winnin' see all these people you spinning I'll take it to the beginning When Corey Wright japped you, Baby Maine yapped you Roc over here slapped you, you still gave him dap too That's when I asked you, murder was the verdict You said, "Nah chill Cam, I feel like I deserved it" What type of sh** is that? n***a, you a queer My crib in Orlando, I had that for years The Program gave you the biz You know exactly what this is I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live Max B from my building, n***a who you getting wavy off of? Fugazi baby, going off that water not Avianne Listening to Suga J, look, he gon play you wrong Carmelo took Lala, Meek Mill took his baby mom And let the church talk, hallelujah [Hook] No it ain't a game I still roll with the stainless And you know my slogan n***a, I'll make you famous I'll use my brain so I will leave you brainless So where you wanna meet at n***a? [Verse 2] Remember when you dissed trap? You said it was the devils work. Look at this n***a yo See how the devil work? Wolves on your a** though, I told them all to pardon ya Why you talking Harlem? You from Jacksonville, Florida I used to give you all my clothes, dont forget you was bummy I fed you when you was hungry, crash test, dummy But the sh** he said next, I swear it ain't funny Said "Cam, become a deacon, them deacons be getting money" Thats blasphemous, word to Jesus and Lazarus You got bad karma, stay away, he hazardous Collection plate money in his pocket, he a klepto- And to get a dollar dollar you would s** a Creflo 2 albums, 20 years, come on this is dead bro Only time they mention this n***a when its retro Money gone, j**elry fake, you could hear an echo I'm what you could have been, you was too petro I took your broad, they all know you a fraud And the only show you got, the lady of soul awards He might be nominated, I'm your little mama favorite Any hood I go to, I'm accommodated What you mean I'm selling liquor now? You a jizzerk Forgot 10 years ago I gagged out on sizzurp Oh Boy cologne, I was giving n***as that wizzork I ain't even spend that k**a Season money, man, you hit dirt [Hook] No it ain't a game I still roll with the stainless And you know my slogan n***a, I'll make you famous I'll use my brain so I will leave you brainless So where you wanna meet at n***a?

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