Dead Muthaf*ckas lyrics

by

Cam’ron


"Dead Muthaf*ckas"
[Indistict female singing sample in background]
[Cam'Ron]
Killa!
Jones
We told n*ggas about eight years ago
We had this sh*t in the smash right (Aight)
This sh*t too light man
(In the building)
I got us, Dipset
Lets go
Freekey
(I'm sorry I'm late, lets get it rockin')

[Verse 1]
Everybody out at the "Rock The Mic" tour (Word?)
I'm back in the kitchen rocking the white raw (Right!)
Coping your pie for
Locking your nice doors
I pop up in like four wit chicken that like gores
They click if they like war
Fixing to fight for, me
Look at my ice for sure your sight sore (Whoa)
We all wearing links
As I prepare a drink
Glare and think how I got the whole new york wearing pink
Girls they stare and wink, how I flare the mink
Drop the top
Pop a throttle
Hock a Glock
Pop a bottle (bottle)
Seen "Paid In Full", now I'm up in "Blockbuster"(Busta!)
And I'm paid in full, still on the block busta
'94 rock "Rucker", '01 rob "Rucker"
Shoguns show guns, Blow one, you're not gutta
Little inside joke for you c*cksuckas (sucka)
My Block, sucka, pop corn and hot butta
Like its the movie theater
But its the oozie area
Hoody Hoo, call hoody hoo produce hysteria (Hoody Hoo!!!)
And me I ain't no coattail b*tch
I get the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks
[Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]
Killa
Dipset!
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