文本歌词

Leave You Alone (Explicit Album Version) - Cam'ron
Written by：Blackout Movement
I gotta leave leave you alone
I wish I could
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually right I don't know
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 gifted
Like she got no legs though she can't kick it nope
We can't kick it my man dig it I van wyck it
Wicked wiggle the man wicked rap was cam's ticket that's what I thought
But it backfired air in the back tires
Get ready for crack buyers rap liars and trap wires
Thinking I'm awry we thinking I'm raunchy
Watch menace I I society think about Chauncey
The snitch factor now it's a big factor
Sh*t life's a b**ch watch ya sh*t for you pitch after
Get Down Michelle home from school her man rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her shot in the air yeah kids scattered
Cause she joined a fraternity the b**ch kappa
He ain't like it kidnapped her
In the hood b**ch cracker
Now rich not she could of met a rich cracker
She get high worked at Mickey deeds they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters Titus gained arthritis
Cops they train the buyers with kellenah can't indict us nope
He beat them cases up like mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib tried to raid the sh*t
Agents on some hater sh*t
60k to rob the kid them cases never made 'em stick
I can promise this you dealing with a communist
That'll pull the trigger on any ni**a and bomb a b**ch
My accomplices they remain anonymous
And they gone stay there I swear I'm what honest is
Honestly you thought I quit like tomjanavich
Conglomerate treat you like r*****n honor it y'all won't eat
Y'all won't eat I'm unloading a lobster pasta
Y'all impostors imposing my posture I gotcha
Mobsters with choppers enough dado that's chips
Chicks duct tape em turn 'em over butt R**e 'em
Grams cut shave 'em damn hair cut shavin'
But bust on her hussars like a lust wes craven
That's the hustle I'm old school you must page him
Whatever love hate em won't do touch play em
Degrade em talk slick f**k it your all sick
Lay you in dog sh*t look over you hork spit
Beef on Bobby block right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop then skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper play a o for very long
Fourth of July m80's cherry bombs what's that
They'll disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends
They had 'em like the Benz
His eyes was bugged
Watch the don poke you
But for 4500 I will John doe you
Your moms won't know you killa