That's Me

I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer
 You know they put my food in the dark
 And then 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
 I'm on y'all
 Harlem, who else is going to hold us down
 Bloodshed niggas
 Let's get it right this time around, understand, killer
 Yo, I don't understand how these cats sip Daqueri's
 Like it's all good down at the hit factory
 Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me
 All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery
 I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
 And I can't act, turned down three movies
 So gimme your chain, your jewels and your cash
 And your fast food, I'll eat your food fast
 My rude ass, carry three 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
 Said 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 a sell to anybody in your damn family
 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, that's me
 The one with the chips and the chips, that's me
 The one with the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me
 Get at me, nigga, that's 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
 Your crew, switch siders
 When I come through, hey, Cam
 Dick riders
 But I only mess with Navigators five twenty-eight
 Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live liver
 Come through, stick your suppliers
 Mack so many hoes, dick in saliva
 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 a get shit right if I spend my cake
 Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H
 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 interrupt 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 ain't got to go to school to learn about me
 Yo, the one with mad guns, that's me
 The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me
 The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price
 Yoke that's nice, that's 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, Salty
 Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the fuck over
 It's fuck us, so fuck y'all
 Killa biatch
 Killa bitch
 Killa bitch
 Killa bitch
 Killa bitch
 Killa bitch