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    "Sports, Drugs & Entertainment" Lyrics


    uh huh, yeah

    This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
    And of course, athletes in the struggle

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, yo yo yo yo
    Some get a little and some get none
    Shit, I was part of the some get none
    The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs

    Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
    After all, I was nice in ball,
    But I came to practice weed scented
    Report card like the speed limit
    55-55 expellable
    If your nice they make sure that you eligible
    Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
    Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
    I can hoop, yo
    All-American in my age group, yo
    Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)
    Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
    All i did was rob and mug on campus
    Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
    At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
    Forgot about ball, I was done dude
    Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
    Call moms, she dont want the phone act

    She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit

    [Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]

    Cause the streets is a short stop
    Either you slangin' crack-rock
    or you got a wicked jump shot

    [Verse 2]
    Yo, yo, ayo
    Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
    But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"
    Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'
    See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
    Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
    Shiesty again, no where without iron
    Seems like my school life self destroyed
    Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed

    Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
    Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
    Till one of the workers pulled a small case
    Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
    I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
    A slow case n', verdict probation
    Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
    Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
    See what happen', stopped the crackin'
    Start rappin', quit the clappin'


    [Verse 3]
    Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
    But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
    So in that i became more curious
    Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
    Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
    CEO's heard, now here come big cake
    But one cat said Cam you better recoup
    Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
    But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
    The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
    Money more the clutch, money more the touch
    I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
    Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
    Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
    for dat fame
    Throwa Untertainment
    Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
    Till the arrainment, Killa


    That's how it go on my block
    Mad props, let off mad shots
    All my peoples out there tryin' it
    Dis a problem for they environment, killa
    Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
    Till the arraignment
    This song was submitted on November 13th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Christopher Wallace, Cam'ron Giles, Leon Haywood, Marshall Mcqueen, Dominique Owens, Kevin Delance Scott, Bill Jr Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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