Cam'ron - Let Me Know (2007) lyrics

All my harlem n***as my bk n***as back uptown baby, lennox ave We bout to spit hospitable Physical, but sh** is gettin critical The way cats bitin is despicable Pitiful, unoriginal, this sh** is miserable I'm a businessman, I ain't tryin to be lyrical Damn it's a miracle, thought y'all was veterans Wish your flow was ill huh? Mine was your medicine Now you're in the game Lame sound the best you've ever been Play right I'll catch you late night n***a like Letterman Get thirty thou now your actions begun Actin and fun n***a after taxes you're done Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin And start malice(?) When the f** we start bouncin? We stash ounces, make a n***a start clownin We spark round and n***a that's your heart poundin' [CHORUS] Yo you fly? Let me know Yo you high? Let me know You want to cry? Let me know You want to die? Let me know You want raw? Let me know You sound raw Let me know You want a war? Let me know You on tour? Let me know You sell crack? Let me know You bust yo gat? Let me know You sell weed? Let me know Well where the trees? Let me know You a fed? Let me know She give head? Let me know It's aight? Let me know You want to fight? Let me know Yo I get dough any way I can flow any way Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway? c'mon, all my j**els ice and gray And n***a might I say I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way I got some cats that'll come down here right away To take your a** right away Believe me you could die today We explode and bullets we reload and k**ers speak in code So please let me know You get fly? Let me know He get high? Let me know Take his j**els and his rolls(?) Eat his food to let him know(???) You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze With rocks and G's and that sh** looks hot on me So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right CHORUS You the type of cat, want to marry your lover And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother Better carry your rubber Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???) Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me Not my man, not my style Not my fam, not my pal Not my click, not my type Hell no we not alike You get knocked, you sit in a cell Get raped, b**h, and you yell Turn h*mo, kiss and you tell b**h n***a, walk with a switch n***a Why you switch n***a?, talk high pitched n***a? You know how we get n***as? Bla! bla! bla! bla! That's how we get n***as Big drinkers, me and 6 figures Bout to be some real, real real real real real real Rich n***as Big n***as, talk slick n***a Got sh** to spit n***a CHORUS x2