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(This is the way it should sound)This is the way it should soundIntro: Cam'Ron (Noreaga)Ya heard (what what)Yo B, we don't even like half these faggott niggas anyway(what what what)I'm on my own muthafuckin' wheel (yeah, what what what)You know what I'm sayin'The real shit, you know BMy black family (what what what)Slick Finga (clah clah clah)Harlem World eatin' (yeah yeah)Charli Baltimore (what what what)Nore (yeah yeah what what what)Cam'Ron nigga (yeah yeah)Killa Cam nigga (what what what)Yeah yeah yeah yeah[Cam'Ron]Yo, all around I rip thisThe song had to clip itThe cats in the street, nearly killing over snippetsBirds out to feed 'em bread, so he can eat her headLetras de cancionesI'm almost 21, but I still pee in the bedHad to flead the FED's, all be trifeAnd I got a crush on Edith (who, Archie's wife!)Yo not Monaghomy, pornograhyOn the outside, lookin' apauled you seeTell my girls, I really like photographyOn snap shots naked, the wildest boysFirst night, head whop, and our salads tossedWhile you in a mean neon, I'm with Celine DionThrow her in the bed, she the next one I pee onSay what bitchPhase twoYeah yeahWhat what whatWhat whatWhat what whatWhat what whatWhat what whatSplit that ass yoSplit that assYeah uh, whatYo yo yo[Noreaga]Yo, N-O-R-E eatin'Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurtYou know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirtDoin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot WheelsYou a double A-R god, the bluntiestYou know we throw away, blunts for my niggas that's deadPour a Law Liqour, drink a long liggaThen again I never beat, for my nigga DiggaYou know I got, navigators, so we won't get lostN-O-R-E eatin', these Queens niggas call me the ForceAt the airainment, Thugged OutUntertainment, throw around and fuck 'em if the judge say shitAnd I - get - what - niggas face it[Charli Baltimore]Fools ain't ever know, the ghetto's be the baddest clickCharli's Angels, tangle with Devil's - AdvocateHoes mad cause our pussy's got the fattest clitsIt's estatic shit, how we gon' have a bitchUnder pressure, the Un undress herThat's a tester, that's just the best flirt, to the best skirtEver make it to networksLike N.B.C., N.O.R.E., B'More and Cam'RonAnything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan onFor puttin' out the hottest LP'sSince - shiiit yo, you gon' have to tell meCause this is hip hop, meneaja twatAnd ya'll jealous cause what I'm fuckin' wit' the two hottestUnderground fellas, what!Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly(San Juan) Un-shitN.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'RonMansons, Stasons, Richards(Plan on)Cali, Houston, New York(Jam on)Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly(San Juan) Un-shitN.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'RonAtlanta, Chi-Town, V.A.(Plan on)D.C., N.C., S.C.(Jam on)[Charli]What![Cam'Ron]Yo, all on the ballers shitNore, but we could call a chickHead is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest dickShe gon' swallow all of itHarlem gon' have a ball with thatAfter I get her pregnant, yo we goin' to the mall with it[Noreaga]Yeah nigga, you know the lie, fuck that bitchThe only reason I don't kiss her, is cause she sucked his dickYo I don't even try ta, us up broFuck dat hoePussy stinkin' anyway, let her go[Charli Baltimore]Yo ya'll niggas stay fuckin' with them grimmy chicksOn the real though, I wonder where ya'll find these chicksThe rest is evident, I'm the type to split on niggasBut if they right, I'll fuck around and spit on niggasAnd if they into that hot shit, I'll let 'em hit my spot quickBut first they gotta pop shitIf not then they gettin' drop kickedAnd I like 'em all, Black Jack ya'llNear 21, all others gettin' cut cutSo be it, you see me!Chorus (Noreaga, Baltimore, Cam'Ron)Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly(San Juan) Un-shitN.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'RonMansons, Stasons, Richards(Plan on)Cali, Houston, New York(Jam on)Aye yo Iraq, Harlem World, Philly(San Juan) Un-shitN.O.R.E., Charli, Cam'RonAtlanta, Chi-Town, V.A.(Plan on)D.C., N.C., S.C.(Jam on)[Charli]What! (what what what)(music till fade) From Letras Mania