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Cam'ron Album


Crime Pays (05/12/2009)
05/12/2009
1.
Crime Pays Intro
2.
3.
4.
Fuck Cam #1 (skit)
5.
Never Ever
6.
Curve
7.
Silky (No Homo)
8.
Get It In Ohio
9.
Who
10.
Grease (skit)
11.
You Know What's Up (feat. C.O. & Sky-Lyn)
12.
13.
Fuck Cam #2 (skit)
14.
Woo Hoo (feat. Byrd Lady & 40 Cal.)
15.
Chalupa
16.
Cookies-N-Apple Juice (feat. Byrd Lady & Skitzo)
17.
18.
Homicide
19.
Fuck Cam #3 (skit)
20.
Got It For Cheap (feat. Skitzo)
21.
Get It Get It
22.
23.
Fuck Cam #4 (skit)
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Crime Pays Intro

[No lyrics]

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Red slippers red robe red kitchen red stove red pots runnin ahead cocked the on the feds probed,red stools red enf, red floor ya all fakers, red couch red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers, the red room red curtains, its summer squish so some respect what you expect thats a hundred icks, telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula, from sellin coke im proper docked, that means im spectacular, they bitin like Tyson worse than that dracular, yo moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her,let me make ya places, Dane to Danes i made it rain now in the strip club the bengies turn to paper planes, im killa you Andre miller got a basic game, i told ya bitch to hurry up we don't wait for trains, im Derek jeter cause im in between the base my mane, and thats on lenix 7 for 8th ace of kings,salacers on calibers would do it louder bro, sledge hammer smash his melon im the black galiga, you know i dump mine on fake niggas one time, wack bitches rap snitches my life's a punch line, i spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded vicious cars, da hoes, ask Joe we audition ours, i hope you make the cut, pop ya puss move ya butt, ruger up think we from Houston we done schooled her up.
(chorus)

We pitchin we pitchin friction from mission to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up.(x2)

You done sold a bottle huh, im twistin a cap(Fagget) and im luxury girl come sit on my lap, her friends like don't go that shit is a trap, they'll have you trafficn' swallowin shit in smack, they pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that, you the fliest one in your crew them bitches is wack, started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap, her friends was right tho she gonna be pitchin some crack, I'm a true champ you glance 4 door two tramps fuck my money honey bring your food stamps, Go ahead you dance,a elephant to you ants, chain alaska, bracelet nebraska, crib well disaster 42 plasmas, royal blue laurie shorty you bastard, only thing i don't know what resort we in, i tell a bitch get over here like scorpion, cars order in flavors, you order from avis, come around me, why? they know my ora contagious, and im sorta courageous, plus the kid smart,forget bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors,next door at your neighbors they said all of you haters set you up the very moment i offered em paper, and the lord from the mayor, and my kicks university of Florida of couse they gators,

We pitchin we pitchin friction from mission to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up.(x2)

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Two steppin, two steppin
Two steppin, two steppin

Since they cut my umbilical
I knew it be inevitable
That my case would go federal
As part of my journey see it might concern me
But who Cam’s best friend? My attorney
Can you hold sumtin? Can I throw you some?
Now I know you dumb, where I know you from?
I ain’t got it right now, but I owe you one
In yo head one shot from a loaded gun
Don’t get extorted, I get escorted
To the resorts where the girls say “Let’s snort it!”
I can import, export a sports car, let’s sport a fresh auto (?)
Robb Report, I just bought it
I scream “Let’s get it” they ain’t pimp my ride
By my car’s an exhibit, Huh, next critic
I don’t talk it I just live it, Just prove it
Tell the feds calm down, its just music

Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from

Yo, you outta order shorty, you should learn rank
Your baby mom though we call her the sperm bank
Crazy ho, word baby bro
Mad generous, giving out fellatio
A meat eater, ms. Dimer dima
Honor my persona, it’s like the piranhas momma
We move bricks on the highway
So it’s bricks in my driveway
Canine come, then the 9 spray
My girl told ray that’s 55k
Crack in 4b, coke in 5a, dope in 8f, the hoes in 9j
What can I say, you know how I play
We hustle all night, until the sky’s grey
Why you think the whole hood corroded
He tony the tiger, yeah he like to sugar coat it

Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from
Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from

They got the cameras up, they want a tape of soldier
Cause I got that tan, you could call it major mocha
Talking in codes is sort of like playing poker
Bring the Pepsi in the oven, that’s the baking soda
What up tiny bum, we would order sorta
Feds gave him 25, damn a quarter water
But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter
You a passer, me I got a scorers aura
Owe me money, your wife son, daughter oughta
Leave the country, I’m thinking like Bora Bora
Runnin around with these silly secrets
Tryin to keep it real, me I’m goin really keep it
You should really peep it
Mack millis is heated, in yo face
Any case I’ma really beat it
We ain’t never gambled, we ain’t never bet
Where I know you from scrams we ain’t never met

Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from

Man you cold frontin beat you like you stole something
Who you talkin to askin could ya hold something
Where I know you from, huh, where I know you from
Where I know you from scrams where I know you from

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Fuck Cam #1

[No lyrics]

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Never Ever

[No lyrics]

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Curve

[No lyrics]

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Silky (No Homo)

[No lyrics]

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Get It In Ohio

[No lyrics]

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Who

[No lyrics]

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Grease

[No lyrics]

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You Know What's Up

[No lyrics]

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(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend a change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right.

Some girls says Im the cutest others says im the rudest, meditate like a budist expose em like a nudist,
Im jesus they judas, my diamonds the bluest, got the answers they clueless, ashanti foolish.
Im with a stewardess, mami say a flight attendent, called her a stupid bitch, sorry nah I might have ment it.
See Im the type that ment it, 4 mill I might have spend it, but I got it back right back yeah yeah my life is splendid.
Me and mami drinking drinking till the point she earl, Im about too swearl the world world wanna join me .
The clothes from Italy, the coke from Sicily, im talking littarly, c'mon now stop kidding me.
I dont kid at all, I get it all, get reed of it all, come and stay with me, where I live? the mall.
Back to bank, the dealer shop, and the rim shop, u know him slim before Mims I've been hot!

(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend a change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right

Yo, Miami listining to Brisco, I get it cooking like crisco, from Chi town back to Frisco, my diamonds like a disco.
Mami what the hell u ride, u know what the hell I like a hood bitch, strecth marks, ?bdbs? cellulite.
Baby we need eachother, dont wanna meet your mother, my mouth is like the sewer yeah yeah I keep it gutter.
I sell hot pies and butter, dont wanna see you suffer, nigga like me wouldn't meet another, u clogged up I be your plummer.
???? You know how the game go, different color cars our garage a rainbow, Im the leprecon, but I sell methadon, marijuan, heroin, ten year run marathon.
My hood like lebanon, but that is benetton, you up in sumin fly, i got my weapon on, we get our chefin on chefin on everyday, I got the cookie cutter, mami the pepper spray.

(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend a change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right

Uhh, lets gets this guacamole, u feelin hot then hold me, u had your guard up at first like a soccer golie.
If I got it, u get it, baby i get it u got it, lets hit the pacific, terrific Im feelin melotic.
Cus u lookin exotic, now u gettin erotic, like u straight from the tropics, wanna shoot it and cock it.
Not the blama baby girl im talkin sumin else, all she do is look and say cam u sumin else.
Listing love Iaint the one that get lovy dovy but you lookin good, u ever need a hobby lovely, u got too love me, shoots of bubble, get your mouth wet, u the outlet got to plug me!

(Chorus)
Baby come and play and lay and stay with me girlfriend a change your life.
Spend the night with me we'll talk and chill and watch TV she said sure you're right

. . .

Fuck Cam #2

[No lyrics]

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Woo Hoo

[No lyrics]

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Chalupa

[No lyrics]

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[ Verse 1 : ]
{ Cam'ron }

Killa!
Yo.

I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her
I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her.
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper, (yes) but when she can't decipher (what?)
Love for fucking no fussing, buzzing, she out my Sypher. (ahh)
Come thru in a Viper (Viper)
God damn I might white nike her (yeah)
Yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate I might just dike her (dike her)
You fight and fuss wanna bite her, (damn)
Lock your girl down just like rikers
I ain't gotta do that once I hit your shit the damn bitch will life her (forever)
This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her.
He a runna, I'm a gunna, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get the lighter
I'll have you squirtin' for certain, yeah bring a diaper.
Milk, Lemonade, I'm a fucking renegade
Handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage. (stage, stage)
Baby boy go hire a squadron,
My crib got more poles than the fire department. (Ahh)

[ Chorus : ]
{ Skitzo }

Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, (Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady)
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

[ Verse 2 : ]
{ Byrd Lady }

First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady
Holdin' up you know it gets crazy,
No I'm not yo' girl but I could be your baby.
Yes baby, I'm sexy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
Cuz I'm fly high floatin' with a jet ski,
that's why your man wanna sex me.
Yep, he said I'm cute, try to throw me in the loop
Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice.
Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse your Porsche, vroom-vroom
zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room
Classy, yet I get nasty, nasty but never trashy,
Bright light, yes bitch I'm flashy, no you will never pass me.
Ask me? Ask who, ask you. I'm sick, something like a flu flu,
You stink, something like a zoo zoo, Lay low, you know what to do boo
Cuz you don't want no problems, please trust girl, I will solve them.
Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem.
This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty,
Bitches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry.

[ Chorus : ]
{Skitzo}

Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
Milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice, I'm just tryna get paid
Milk, milk lemonade, round the corner fudge is made
Cookies with some apple juice, I'm just tryna get paid

[ Verse 3 : ]
{Cam'ron}

I said, cookies and some apple juice
Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes,
No hassle, hit 'em with a gavel, ask 'em my whole staff will shoot. (Shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
What could the bastard do? (nothing)
They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at 'chu.
Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn.)
Fuck Christmas, you could have a merry year.
Where you wanna go, everywhere?
What you wanna do? Let me hear.
I'm talkin' Vegas, I don't do them teddy bears. (nope, nope, nope)
But I do do the fish nets..
Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No homo..)
But I'm tryna get your lips wet,
Doggy-style, facial, huh.. Welcome to Dipset.

[ Chorus to fade : ]
{Skitzo}

Cookies with some apple juice
Cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice
I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

. . .


uh.......yo
i hate my boss dude thinks he knows it all and i know i know it all but i follow protocol hope he sit in a casket got me sit in traffic its 7:00pm(oh yeah yeah)shit! and i woke up late didn't even have a shower lunch break gimme a break a damn half an hour all this bullshit for 12 bucks an hour Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck)
I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck I'm gonna solve em
You know our ethnicity Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic
Brand new clothes? Naw you'd rather see me naked
Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck)
Why am I working here? It ain't working here
It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere
Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here
Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman

I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring
Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?"
You know I'm admiring nice job, family man
Car and looking as walk in a tiring
Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring
Then get retirement, I blame my environment (its my hood)
I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
"Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me
You working on my future, why you need to know my history
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit please"
He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me
Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you bout them felonies)
No second chance, back to the same block
Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
This a game ma? Okay the games over (okay)
Then she opened the door with the chain on (whats up)
Said she been reaching out, for several days
I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word)
I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house
She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O.

I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
All I can say (yeah yeah yeah)

. . .

Homicide

[No lyrics]

. . .

Fuck Cam #3

[No lyrics]

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Got It For Cheap

[No lyrics]

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Get It Get It

[No lyrics]

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[Women Talkin Bout PussyHole]

[Cam'ron:]
" I Wanna Give A Big Apology. To All The Females Out There
I Swear To God I Didn't Kno What I Was Doin When I Was Doin It.
But Now Tht I Kno What I Was Doin. I'm a Tell Ya'll I'm Sry U Kno."

[Chorus:]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Yep I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Nope I ain't talking about her pussy wall (pussy hole),
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole

[Verse 1:]
I Be Lien Denyin Tht There's A Pimp In Me,
But I Apologize Sorry You Have My Sympathy,
When I Hit Tht Spot Why You Ain't Tell Me Nothin,
I Swear To God Tho I Thought It Was Yah BellyButton,
Nope It Was The Bottom Of Yah Pussyhole,
Her Legs Was Shakin Like She Tryna Do The Tootsie Roll,
We Made The Sweetest Merger Shit I Keep A Curver,
The Sex Agreed It's Murder Plus Shes A Squirter,
Yeah Baby Girl Drenched The Bed,
Sprinkler System Right On My Expensive Spread,
But She Made It Up Gave Me Extensive Head,
Intensive Mention Her Man It Don't Make Sence Hes Dead,
Plus I Like Her Cause Mami Made Me Say Mama Mia,
Cause She Pyp Right Konda Lisa,
I Georged Bushed Her What She Don't Kno I'm A Teach Her,
I'm Her Teacher Shes A Libra Leave Her Nope I'm a Keep Her

[Chorus:]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Yep I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Nope I ain't talking about her pussy wall (pussy hole),
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole

[Verse 2:]
I Ain't Seen Her In 2 Weeks That's The Wire,
Now She Sendin Threats Sayin That My Ass A Lier,
When She See Me She Gone Set My Ass On Fire,
Came Out The Crib God Damn She Slashed The Tires,
Keep It Up Mah I'll Call Yah Mother,
She Said She Aredy Did Why Don't U Call My Brother,
And Tell Him What U Hit The Bottom Of My Pussy Hole,
And Yous A Bitch Nigga Faggot Ass Pussy Hoe,
I Said Yah Brother Don't Wanna Kno How His Sister Is,
And With Tht Same Mouth You Go Home And Kiss Yah Kids,
But Let's Shift Gears Maybe You Maybe Me,
Maybe But What's Wrong Baby Baby Said Don't Baby Me,
Oh Don't Baby You You Actin Shady Boo,
That Ain't The Way We Do Shit I'm On My Way To You,
And You Gotta Love When I Got Ther She Stopped And Touched It,
Her Pussy Hole Hit The Bottom Of It

[Chorus:]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Yep I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Nope I ain't talking about her pussy wall (pussy hole),
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole

[Women Talkin Bout Pussy]

[Chorus:]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Yep I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole),
Nope I ain't talking about her pussy wall (pussy hole),
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yal (pussy hole) Killa!

. . .

Fuck Cam #4

[No lyrics]

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