Swizz Beatz - Shanghai lyrics

[Cam'ron] Shut the f** up punk! You f**in' f*ggot! I'm tired of this sh**! You feel sorry for who? Gave you head before I stormed in And the problem..muthaf**a yo I want in! Oh I play to win! Every mornin I'm yawnin While y'all are born in and sworn in, In the store you fake bringing the corn in... Meat, rice, and poultry I know how you get your money Don't insult me Shutup For me not steppin You can fault me Yeah, I chilled But we are about to split this muthaf**a Like SugarHill Oh your man He thinks he's wise Tell him chill He ain't the only one with chinky eyes Yo, I relate to him And I'll put eight through him When I skate to him And my co-d I don't think you know whats taped to him But think Oklahoma I'll have this whole f**in store with that smoke aroma And yo, your wife keeps twitchin Than we both can bone her Real quick, real sick Pull out dick n***a go on and rip I'll turn this whole f**ing clip into some O-Dogg sh** Close that gate It's time to negotiate Now your store...k**s em! It fulfills your needs... you got Now and Laters...Seeds... n***a Lee Dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the coverup n***a For the weed, guns, and keys No its no time to cry yo... yall getting live yo.. I just wanna get paid off, n***a Like five-0 [Hook]-2x's In America the product is coke and weed In China, the product is dope and speed The Columbians got the c**a leaves But in Harlem, n***as like to Plot and Scheme [Cam'ron] Now your store gross A mil' a week And my n***as on the block Yo, we feel is sweet But we been livin here forever Can you feel our beef So give us half Or I guarantee baby You gonna feel the heat And I'm a little bit high Save a little and you die Send a blizzard through your store In the middle of July So if you wanna chat We can If you wanna scrap We can But I feel like Jackie Chan Exactly man The Don grew Murder thoughts like John Woo I'm here for Bi Not to calm you Now it's a done deal yo There ain't no bluffin kid And tell your wife don't move I know where that bu*ton is Yo, I would hate to have to bust her That's petty black Matter of fact I know yall I know where that machete at Give me that Blamm!!! That's when the chink had flipped Then grabs me like Spock On some Bruce Lee sh** And his wife had a grenade That's when my n***as sprayed And in a puddle of blood Is where that b**h laid Yall ain't got to sweat me yo.. now you see that we for real n***a LET ME GO!! f** up off me!! Realize Im the loose one Next time, your a** gonna play Bruce son That's Word to mutha! You don't know how deep we are Give me them tapes Ya'll got VCR's Yeah, three of 'em But back to the topic My deal to the floor In a week I can bring about 10 thou to the store Yeah, I know I know I know That's not near to what your crew had But we doin this together n***a that's too bad Now here's the deal either take it or leave it Cause see these guns We can take it or squeeze it And you know that Im that type And my shorties.. they'll be here some time tonight You know Ninya, the ninja wit China white? They got some sh** that will f** around and blind your sight They kind of tight Now if I here things behind the hype I'll put a contract on your life And I'mma sign it right The thirst way So have my money Thursday Cause I don't want to have to see your a** n***a on herse day In the worst way [Hook]