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by Cam'ron
Lyrics by: Cam'ron
# Debut Chart
30 Jul '00 R&B
83 Oct '00 Hot 100


Killa, killa, killa Killa, killa, killa dog Killa dog, I'll kill you, dog Yo, check it out now, yo What mean the world to you 'Cause money mean the world to me I'm a shine for the world to see Pearl the V Twirl the key Cock back, kick back And twirl the weed, ma Wanna roll wit a top gun Hot one, done pop one Scrub not one Wanna ride shotgun Wanna shoot shotguns And I got hot one's But I wanna chick That'll hop up on a stick With a porno flick (huh) Make sure my comes go on a lick More to sip but screw that Where my thugs with the hollow tips Girls that acknowledge it Polish it, after that swallow it Stand by, baby Where you at, huh Raise your hand high You don't suck what That's a damn lie Got red rye, my man ride My fam tight So I need a real chick Someone to keep it real with Someone to rob and steal with Someone to share my meal with Instead they'll look at you And be out for your revenue Then even at you And she'll be blessing you Caressing you Starting that mess wit you

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But you always good for now And plus no feds around So girl do something Lift up that dress for now Well, give me some points for now Talk to me, ma [CHORUS] What mean the world to you My money, my dough, my hoes, my clothes What mean the world to you My money, my dough, my hair, my nails What mean the world to you Some sex, some mex and A little bit of head, right What mean the world to you Sex is sweet with a cat who eat What mean the world to you Lots of G's, shopping sprees What mean the world to you Diamond rings, shiny things What mean the world world to you Ladies (ho) fellas (ho) My cousin Tandelese See the girl type ornery But her girlfriend was Real, real, real fond of me And the girl put her on to me And I'm like why (why, man) I mean come through with he She driving that Lumina I'm not even thinking 'bout screwing her Let alone pursuing her I got a girl She like, what that got to do with her Get through with her, mess around My girl come down and put two in her But I'm in a heavy case Like the type that Pepsi make Who says I fake Got pies like Betty bake Top baller in every state In Chi, I'm Mike Boston, I'm Kenny In Miami, I'm Timmy And Phoenix, I'm Penny, damn In Harlem. I'm semi-auto or so What the hell you want Got sons, guns, run run Make them run, run, skate Take one From young one's, dumb dumbs Hit with the dumb dumbs Hit with the stun gun Oh, damn young hon Where the girl come from And I wanna meet her Can I greet her Yo get in my bed for now She said, oh, no My spine on rest for now Well, give me some points for now Talk to me, ma [repeat CHORUS] Ladies say (ow) Scream it out, speak it out It's that time of the month And you leaking out, say ow Shit, y'all know I'm down for the hoes Down for the blow Down for a little lay dick on the low Y'all know It's that cream o' chick That'll heat a chick Squeeze the clip Go home and get freaked again Y'all know I like that sex With the right cat Rings make them ice that Yo, now hold up, mama I don't want you to be no (ho) I done laid them (ho) J'd them (ho) That's right played them hoes I ain't one of them hoes Why you come with them hoes When I come for the dough Keep 'em under control [repeat CHORUS 2x]


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