Again lyrics

by

Cam’ron


[Intro]
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again
If he don't die
He'll never walk again, he'll never walk again
I got my focus up
I got my paper straight, I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again (Harlem)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas talkin', they ain't making sense
Brand new foreign, bet it make 'em sick
Ain't gotta say a word, just to take your b*tch
I'm from Harlem, hustlin' will make me rich (east side)
A hundred nights, I made a hundred flips
Hit the club, and all the b*tches wanna strip
Put some money on your head, if you wanna diss
She suck my di*k, and then she wanna kiss
Must be out your mind, or on some sh*t (crazy)
Sak's fifth, got me on my sh*t
n*ggas hatin' on me, they be on my di*k
Took a couple verses just to flood the wrist
R.I.P. my cousin Freaky
n*ggas took him from me
I just want the money
Never taking nothing from me
n*ggas in they feelings, probably on they monthly
I was in the trap with cocaina and some baggies
Probably with some junkies
Now I chill across the water, do it for my daughter
Dare a n*gga touch me
I done seen a n*gga get a 1 to 3, and tell on everybody with him
I done seen a n*gga robbing n*ggas that he know for pennies
sh*t ridiculous
n*ggas love to say they will do your homework on them n*ggas giving statements
I'm smoking cubans on vacation
My plug in Cuba but he Haitian
Sak pase, I need a spot today
n*gga with a attitude, I ain't Dr. Dre
My youngin' got a lot to make your heart stop today
Think of Chinx when I'm in Far Rockaway
[Chorus]
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again
If he don't die, he'll never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they offer 10
Valet driver going start the whip
Get your money, they just talking sh*t
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again
If he don't die, he'll never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they offer 10
Valet driver going start the whip
Get your money, they just talking sh*t

[Verse 2]
I got a pound of the tree smoke
Break it down to the ground, only thing I ever follow is the G-code
n*ggas brand new cars getting repo'd
Same ones acting tough getting Deebo'd
Ask your man about my sh*t, bet you he know
Hottest young n*gga on the east coast
Sliding up Lennox, me and three n*ggas
Looking like gutter, me and G-Money he ain't even know
Got a Glock-19 in my peacoat
My building keep complaining about the weed smoke
I'm tryna make a million off a mixtape
Stash in the whip where the heat go
Bad little b*tch tryna deep throat
I told her ain't no way you fitting all this
This ain't sour D, what you call this?
This ain't Actavis, what you call this?
The spot look funny? Make a call quick
If she on my di*k then we all hit
Out of town on my running through the mall sh*t
And I ain't get you in the summer, put you on my fall list
Mid town pent house like a fortress
Every time they see my face they get nauseous
Down town condo, sh*t flawless
They ain't coming in the crib, they ain't gorgeous
[Chorus]
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again
If he don't die, he'll never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they offer 10
Valet driver going start the whip
Get your money, they just talking sh*t
f*ck your b*tch, and never talk again
If he don't die, he'll never walk again
I got my focus up, I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Pay my lawyer just in case they wanna pin the case up on me
And they offer 10
Valet driver going start the whip
Get your money, they just talking sh*t

[Outro]
Get your money they just talking sh*t
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