Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Cameron Giles, Kasseem Dean
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Cam'ronShanghai Lyrics:
[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feel sorry for who!!
Gave you head before I stormed in
Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are boardin
The store and showin
that you're fake bringin
some corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
We all know how you get your money
Don't insult me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, I chill
But we are about to
split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill
See your man
He thinks he's wise
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one
with chinky eyes
Yo, I'm related to him
And I'll put eight through him
When I skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know
is take to him
And before it's over
I'll have this whole
fuckin store with that
smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real quick, real sick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll have this whole fuckin clip
On some raw dog shit
Close that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store really
could fulfill my needs
Got now and later seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
But ya'll is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Like five-0
[Chorus - 2x's]
In America the product
is coke and weed
In China, the product
is dope and speed
The Columbians got the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like
to Plot and Scheme
[Cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mil' a week
And my niggas on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beat
So give us half
Or I guarantee baby
You gonna feel the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of July
So if you wanna chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I feel like Jackie Chan
Exactly man
Kong Fu
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for Bi
Not to con you
Now it's a done deal yo
There ain't no bluffin kid
And tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact get out the way
I know where that maschetti at
Give me that
Blamm!!!
That's when the chink goes flip
Then grabs me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a puddle of blood
Is where that bitch laid
But this ain't have to happen yo
Man you see the weed for real
Nigga let me go!
Back up off me!
Damn that was a close one
Next time, your ass
gonna play Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give them them tapes
Ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the topic
My deal to the floor
In a week
I can bring about 10
thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to
what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the deal either
take it or leave it
Cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze it
Now everything is set up
Right?
I got some girls that
will be here sometime
tonight
You know meya, the nigga
wit China white
They got some shit that
will fuck around and
blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And you sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to
have to see your ass
nigga on herse day
In the worst way
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