Cam'ron - Leave Me Alone Pt2 lyrics

b**h, uh k**a, uh Dipset b**h The union (uh huh) Harlem, k**a (Leave me alone, I just like to live my life) Part two I be like move, get out the way 'Cause I move bricks, get out the yah And it's two clips, I get out the play (man) For a few chips, I get out n' spray (bla-kow) It's more then shrimps, it's who*es and pimps (pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun I'm grand theft auto, rackets here, larceny, conspiracy Murder one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun But I get the dough, sh** I might splurger one Now I know a lotta styles, some see But listen, stop it child it's a done D I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one V Gators straight from Crocodile Dundee No rubber sold, hardwood ba*tard Fitted, legitted, +hardwood cla**ic+ k**a, uh (leave me alone I just like to live my life) Uh, that sh** you talk don't move me nada The dudes with the Qs be proper Uzi pop, you news and choppers It's truly lava, who knew we prosper The game's a b**h, who we gotta The shoes, Louie products, groupie blah blah Santana, Zeek the Koofie popper We the movie shotta But it's really rude boys and rosters When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa I wish my homie could watch me Live happy days like tony and chachi I stay lonely and co*ky (dice) Rollin' and rollin' 'em Cars, the repo are towin' 'em Acts black, we totally total 'em Even blood, he totally totaled it Plus his life, he totally totaled it But any girl I get I totally open 'em Brain in they legs, coke and the dope in 'em k**a, talkin' tough? (yo), smokin' dust (whoa) f** with us? (no no no) Get ya head bust, get ya head bust f** around dawg, get ya head bust He talkin' fly (yo), I wonder why (whoa) f** with us? (no! no! no!) Get ya head bust, get ya head bust f** around dawg, get ya head bust k**a, yo uh (Leave me alone, I just like to live my life) I spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski I style on new york, power my fort Dips, consorted by the sun, ? york Doggie,'cause I push weight, plus I push tapes God damn I'm starvin' and I just ate I wouldn't say I'm meano with the carter I'm more like the plant in little shop of horrors But I don't say feed me Seymour I say feed me dame, feed me Leeyor (billions) Epic, they used to feed me detours (pfft) Rocafella, they feed me see-4 The way I blow up, the versus Gizz 4, you Gs'm Gs-4 You in a Lexus, I'm gon' stream forward Up in the sky on the gulf stream tour You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war Lay ya a** down on god's green floor We playin' golf in the gulf of New Mexico The cost to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho My gas game you gotta respect it tho I swear to god you think I'm workin' for Texaco And ya section know when any day techs could blow Hit 'em from head to toe, when I come deck ya hoe k**a, Dipset b**h