Cam'ron - Takeover Freestyle lyrics

[Cam'ron] When it comes to these guns my men'll clap this Bullets I will send you access I'm about to Reynolds Wrap this School all the haters, blue is the gators Do me a favor dawg don't do me no favors I've put undercovers, under covers Not only that I put guns to mothers Sons and brothers, aunts, nieces, nephews Cousins to in-laws, no one's above us Guns in Ruckers (Ruckers) now no one can duck us Your parents ain't sh**, y'all the sons of s**ers Son of a b**h, I sell the slugs Keep a shotgun like Elmer Fudd You could tell the judge dawg I sat in the cell with thugs One year and eight months still felt the love (no h*mo, all good) Act drastic k**a, pack plastic You rap black ba*tard get your cap clapped backwards Round ice, I'm as nice as Gretzky ??? Lewinsky NC like Mike Krzyzewski Far missions you Saddam vision But I send you a tape of your sister and your mom kissin' My dick that is, see how I foul them b**hes is Four minutes they gon' lick my kids But no presents, keep your Rolies I don't want you to teach me a moment I don't need you to hold me, lease me or loan me Ma I ain't gonna feed you a phony Keep it as homies or leave me alone B Apologize?, I'm not sorry I done came through got my undercovers say not the Ferrari Yes he did do a part in dolly What color he get? hot tamale Who in the car with him, Oh my god its Hollys Robinson and Berry, f** Eric Benet Send slugs wherever you stay Matter fact have her back, she was just used She get married every two years the b**h is confused Come to ice, I get it in cubes Tried to get another bracelet, my wrist just refused Bout time that I get at you dudes If you wore size 30 couldn't fit in these shoes That coke ?? doe, it fit in these shoes f** the okie doke, opinion and views Why you runnin, I'm gunnin, your linen is through Bust you onion, a bunyon, any limb you can lose I spit rounds, to cut kids down And I sign to the Roc man don't s** dick now Dame looked out signed a gem It's all creme de la creme, now run tell a friend Cats say how I get out my deal? Dawg I pulled out my steal, I'm bout it for real I ran in the Sony buildings Smack grown folks around like they were only children No one outta line, cause they spotted nines I want out an y'all sign on the dotted line Word homie I ain't kidding you hops Only one to leave Sony without getting dropped I'm about getting Glocks, I'm about hittin blocks I'm about findin b**hes that's about lickin co*k n***as ballin but they hoop game is sloppy Dudes ill knock me, coupes ill drop me Ask Luca Brasi Before I come the mood be groggy I hit four five, Hallelujah Papi Yo I'm tryin to get through to Papi I'm paying thirty-four and I want two from Papi So you think you loc, we locer You got that diplomat tattoo We like coastra nostra It's perpetual, sit up in correctional Come through shoot up a precinct like the professional Jim Jones get indicted just let me know Put up the house buy the petty coat We movin down to Mexico Yeah there they won't mention me Call Tavisia we need new identities You want Santiago I'm Jose Perez, down there they don't know them heads, sh** Who don't think I'm the Don of Dons then bet me sh** the way I bomb Saddam respects me R-O-C, runnin that rap sh** Cam'ron, runnin that crack sh** Santana, runnin that gat sh** Beef n***a? that's it, we come through and clap quick Jimmy Jones, believe me that's it f** with Zeke you know you get slapped, b**h I'm downtown, Gucci or Sack Fifth Tripped on and licked on and yes by a bad b**h