Cam'ron

Cam'ron - Let Me Know lyrics

All my harlem niggas my bk niggas

back uptown baby lennox ave

We bout to spit hospitable

Physical but shit is gettin critical

The way cats bitin is dispicable

Pitiful unoriginal this shit is miserable

I'm a businessman I ain't tryin to be lyrical

Damn it's a miracle thought y'all was veterans

Wish your flow was ill huh?

Mine was your medicine

Now you're in the game

Lame sound the best you've ever been

Play right I'll catch you late night nigga like Letterman

Get thirty thou now your actions begun

Actin and fun nigga after taxes you're done

Cars impounded, New York must stop bitin and start writin

And start malice(?)

When the fuck we start bouncin?

We stash ounces, make a nigga start clownin

We spark round and nigga that's your heart poundin'

[CHORUS]

Yo you fly? Let me know

Yo you high? Let me know

You wanna cry? Let me know

You wanna die? Let me know

You want raw? Let me know

You sound raw Let me know

You want a war? Let me know

You on tour? Let me know

You sell crack? Let me know

You bust yo gat? Let me know

You sell weed? Let me know

Well where the trees? Let me know

You a fed? Let me know

She give head? Let me know

It's aight? Let me know

You wanna fight? Let me know

Yo I get dough any way

I can flow any way

Yo you rap about money, man, who are you anyway?

C'mon, all my jewels ice and gray

And nigga might I say

I'm Mister Rogers status, change twice a day

Any beef you let me know, I'll be there right away

And when I'm rhyming, I've always got the right of way

I got some cats that'll come down here right away

To take your ass right away

Believe me you could die today

We explode and bullets we reload and killers speak in code

So please let me know

You get fly? Let me know

He get high? Let me know

Take his jewels and his rolls(?)

Eat his food to let him know(???)

You can't come to the hood, we got glocks to squeeze

With rocks and G's and that shit looks hot on me

So gimme that, little man, I'm bout to pocket it right

I make this look good, you wasn't rockin it right

CHORUS

You the type of cat, wanna marry your lover

And to the end of earth 4(???), huh, like mario brother

Better carry your rubber

Now you done this street, Me I gun this V(???)

Somethin to see, and man, ain't nothin to me

Not my man, not my style

Not my fam, not my pal

Not my click, not my type

Hell no we not alike

You get knocked, you sit in a cell

Get raped, bitch, and you yell

Turn homo, kiss and you tell

Bitch nigga, walk with a switch nigga

Why you switch nigga?, talk high pitched nigga?

You know how we get niggas?

Bla! bla! bla! bla!

That's how we get niggas

Big drinkers, me and 6 figures

Bout to be some real, real real real real real real

Rich niggas

Big niggas, talk slick nigga

Got shit to spit nigga

CHORUS x2

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