[Cam'ron:]
  (Chorus)
  Why I feel like I'm losin' weight
  Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight
  Why my life depend on what I'mma do today
  Why I can't move away
  It's just you and me, without the scrutiny,
  bitches screwin' me, 2 and 3 truencies
  4 shots, 1 toolie G, 1 uliogy
  Make sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
  Before a nigga under the world
    When I was 10 got the truly dict, My uncle pulled me to the side
  And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey- spit
  You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
  Niggas don't deserve to live, go and get a motherfucker
  if he murder kids, bottle up carbohydrates and preservatives
  He got hit up that same night
  Ever since my flow, my dough, and my hoe game been tight
  Puns of pearls, yo tounge will twirl, listen here
  Booger bear, I'll have you up in hooker gear,I swear
  I was doin', Lex persuin', niggas wired like Western Union
  Short like next to Ewing, head for truent, his set was ruined
  Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out
  I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops
  Where the sun don't rise, but the rain don't stop
  The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop
  Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop
  Every month you change yo locks, change yo spots
  Get a little smart, want to change yo rocks
  Rearrange yo tops you got a gang of friends, money
  You got Ben's arraign money, yeah Ben ?? money
  But if I get knocked, I ain't got no bail
  But I come on the weekend, from Pablo's jail
  See I came a long way that's livin' the wrong way
  That's sniffin' the po-na, that's sippin' the cog-na, hey
  You wanna be a star, you have ya own day
  From where they play ball, drink and get buzzed
  Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was
  I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved
  That's when you opposin' me, killa get the rosary
  Fuck this rap shit, I'll die for mine, motherfucker
    [Chorus(Prodigy):]
    [Prodigy:]
  I'm around yall, it's goin' down yall
  murder rap, clown niggas back down yall
  Straight like that, yall niggas fuck around yo
  Bandana P, blow thirds, the four take you on all fours
  Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth
  Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet
  I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds
  Get dead armed and dead on ya jewels and pearls
  Where I was placed, put between the wrong style thun
  Capital P, you know whats the outcome
  Bout some, but never put out the stout guns
  Don't let ya mouth get you in some shit ya legs run from
  For all the killa's and the 100 dollar hoes
  Who real ??? check me out though
  The most ill, more drama than Denzel
  More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson
  Me and Killa Cam, live at the carbon
  it's crazy, niggas throwin' they shit
  and niggaz flashin' crazy
    [Chorus(Cam'ron)]