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    "Losin' Weight" Lyrics

    Cam'ron feat. The Prodigy

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    [Cam'ron: Chorus]
    Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
    Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
    Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
    Why I can't move away
    It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
    bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
    4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
    Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
    Before a nigga under the world

    When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side
    And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
    You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
    Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker
    if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
    He got hit up that same night
    Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight
    Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
    Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
    I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
    Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
    Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
    I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
    Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
    The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
    Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
    Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
    Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks
    Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money
    You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
    But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
    But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
    See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
    That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
    You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
    From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
    Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
    I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved
    That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
    Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker

    [Chorus - Prodigy:]

    I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall
    murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
    Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo
    Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
    Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth
    Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet
    I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
    Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
    Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun
    Capital P, you know whats the outcome
    Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
    Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from
    For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
    Who real ?? check me out though
    The most ill, more drama than Denzel
    More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
    Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon
    it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
    and niggaz flashin' crazy

    [Chorus - Cam'ron:]
    This song was submitted on September 27th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Cameron Giles, Darrell Branch, Joseph B. Jefferson, Charles B. Simmons, Richard Roebuck, A. Johnson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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