Lirik Lagu Leave You Alone - Cam'ron
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[Sample Voice] - I Gotta Leave...Leave You Alone
[Cam'Ron] - Wish I could.....I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!Mother still getting high, she so damn giftedLike she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick itWicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)But it backfired, air in the back tiresGet ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wiresThinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchyWatch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)The snitch factor, now it's a big factorShit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch afterGet dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped herKitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scatteredCause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"He ain't like it, kidnapped herIn the hood, bitch crackerNow Rich not....she could of met a rich crackerShe get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed herThey'll train the fighters, Titus gained ArthritisCops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricksCrib, tried to raid the shitAgents on some hater shit60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
[SINGING SAMPLE HOOK]
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]I can promise this, you dealing with a CommunistThat'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitchMy accomplices...they remain annonymousAnd they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest isHonestly you thought I quit like Tom DonnovichConglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pastaY'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotchaMobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'emGrams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave itBut bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes CravenThat's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'emWhatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sickLay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spitBeef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walkHomey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony HawkOver short paper, play a O for very long"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_They'll disguise the slugsSent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was buggedWatch the don poke youBut for 4500, I will John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KILLA!)
[Cam'Ron] - Wish I could.....I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right? (I don't know)
[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted (twisted)When Mikey gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?!Mother still getting high, she so damn giftedLike she got no legs though...she can't kick it (nope)We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick itWicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket (that's what I thought)But it backfired, air in the back tiresGet ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wiresThinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm raunchyWatch "Menace II Society"...think about Chauncey (shhh, think about that)The snitch factor, now it's a big factorShit, life's a bitch watch ya shit for you pitch afterGet dadda, Michelle home from school, her man Rich slapped herKitch scratched her, shot in the air...yeah kids scatteredCause she joined a fraternity...the bitch "Kappa"He ain't like it, kidnapped herIn the hood, bitch crackerNow Rich not....she could of met a rich crackerShe get high, worked at McDees, they big mac'ed herThey'll train the fighters, Titus gained ArthritisCops they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us (nope)He beat them cases up like Mike Tyson '86That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricksCrib, tried to raid the shitAgents on some hater shit60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em stick
[SINGING SAMPLE HOOK]
[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]I can promise this, you dealing with a CommunistThat'll pull the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitchMy accomplices...they remain annonymousAnd they gon stay there, I swear....I'm what honest isHonestly you thought I quit like Tom DonnovichConglomerate, treat you like Ramadan...honor it (y'all wont eat!)Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a lobster & pastaY'all imposters, imposing my posture....I gotchaMobsters with choppers, enough "dado" (that's chips)Chicks...duct tape em, turn 'em over....butt rape 'emGrams...cut, shave em, Cam hair....cut, shave itBut bust on her ??, like a ??....Wes CravenThat's the hustle...I'm old school, you must page 'emWhatever love hate em, won't do...touch, play em...Degrade em? talk slick...fuck it your all sickLay you in dog shit, look over you...hork spitBeef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walkHomey we make bodies drop..then skate like Tony HawkOver short paper, play a O for very long"Fourth of July"...M80's, cherry bombs (what's that?_They'll disguise the slugsSent his friends for them ends, they had 'em like the Benz......his eyes was buggedWatch the don poke youBut for 4500, I will John Doe you....ya moms won't know you (KILLA!)
