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    "That's Me" Lyrics

    Cam'ron feat. DJ Clue

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    I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
    You put my food in the dark
    and expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
    Fuck I look like
    I'm not going to watch this go on any longer

    we going to set this off

    I'm on ya'll
    Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
    Bloodshed niggas
    lets get it right this time

    Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's
    Like it's all good down at the hit factory
    Be on 54th, whole clique backing me
    all that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery
    I ain't no rapper, b, I skeet oozies
    And I can't act, turned down 3 movies
    So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
    And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
    My rude ass, carries 3 weapons
    And I'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping
    Who else in a hurry to mirk
    We kill girls, rape em', bury their skirts
    imagine me wake up 7:30 for work (what?!)
    I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
    But met this knucklehead, thought he want a order
    Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter
    Tell me it's the man, can't be
    Be glad I'm not in her damn panties
    Got her damn handy
    How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy
    I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family
    Your Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
    Your right hand man Randy, understand me
    in Antlanta I got an outlandish land piece and a matching land
    Desert Calasandi


    You know the one with the whips, THATS ME
    The one with the chips and the chips, THATS ME
    The one with the toast, pants saggy, yelling out get at me
    Get at me, nigga, THATS ME
    The one that be running and dodging, YOU
    The one that be sucking mad dick, YOU
    The one that's scared of some yay yo,
    always wanna lay low, cause your girl say so, YOU, biatch

    I could show you some ice
    Throw you a bite
    You not that good dog, who told you you're nice
    Ay, yo your crew, switch siders
    When I come through, hey Cam
    Dick riders
    But I only mess with Navigators 528
    6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver
    Come through, stick your suppliers
    Mack so many hoes, dick in siliva
    Gash her up, ma, put it on you mouth
    Then I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
    And I don't got beef, I don't play those games
    If I did though believe me I would say y'all names
    Go to your house, red dot scope your crib
    Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz
    My crew split it was my mistake
    But to my nigga Duke we all make mistakes
    I'm going to get shit right if I spend my cake
    Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5h
    This is for my niggas that load the pipe
    Saying I'm the best just not promoted right
    You know my life
    Drink, smoke, roll some dice
    Control the hiest
    Know I'm a patrol your schiest
    We all get schiest
    Ma, keep all your rice
    Wedding ring, HELL NO
    I like all my ice
    Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all polite
    Turn on the set now bitch I'm like poltergiest
    You the type talk about everything you got now
    I interupt you like "Not now you hot owl"
    My rings like a dog, all rock wild
    When I flash it, everybody shocked "wow!"
    I see y'all concerned about me
    you don't got to go to school to learn about me


    Yo, the one with mad guns, THATS ME
    The one with the yay for 23, THATS ME
    The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price,
    yoke that's nice, THATS ME
    The one that's scared of a scuffle, YOU
    The one that say "Baby girl, I love you," YOU
    The one that talk about hustling, never seen a oven,
    you all about nothing, YOU Biatch

    Told you I got us this time around niggas
    Feeling me some, HUH
    Harlem, I got us nigga
    Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones
    Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
    It's fuck us so fuck y'all

    Killa bitch
    Killa bitch
    Killa bitch
    Killa bitch
    Killa bitch

    AND I..............
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Cameron Giles, Jr., Edward Hinson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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