feat. Cam'Ron, Jim Jones



[Dame Dash] ** (Cam'Ron) **

Hopefully, y'all enjoying the album, as of yet

My name is still Dame Dash and I'm still the CEO

And I wanna take this time to kick it with my nigga Cam and my nigga Jimmy

You know, we kinda came up around the same way

110th.. 109th... 142nd.. 140th

And if I could rap, Cam, I'm telling you

I swear to God, I'd talk my shit.. (I know)

I'd talk about how I got that money and copped them cakes..

(Yeah, I got you, though) Cam, please man, COME ON!!



[Cam'Ron]

In '87, dog, my man, Dame, was a cake copper

Eighth chopper, now, he got a gray chopper

Harlem, Brooklyn, Philly, the whole state's proper

Shrimp, steak, forty-second, they ate lobsters

He used to stack up his chips

Crashed up his whip lookin' back at a bitch

Left it, 'F' it, we bout to get twelve Jeeps

'91, barbershop on 12th street

Yeah, we turned dope into dollars

Front haircuts, back 'dro in the bottle

Any beef? Cam is in place

Yeah, we got the bricks off of Hamilton Place

Papi came down with product in the bag

Put the crackhead in the taxi and we followed the cab

Downtown, no, we took 'em

We called Dookie, drove him over to Brooklyn

Their baby's mother, she once got the drop on us

We copped a bird and the bitch called the cops on us

Dame took me off the block

Hand to hand to handling the coffee pot



[Dame Dash]

Thanks, Cam, I appreciate it, but man

That's not enough, I still got some shit on my mind

I still see the cars.. I still see the fact that we were stars

I still see the rooftop..

Don't get it twisted, now, this ain't no song, like I said







I just got some shit I wish I co