Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Jimmy Jones
Jimmy Jones
Vocals
Juelz Santana
Juelz Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
LaRon James
LaRon James
Songwriter
Barbara Mason
Barbara Mason
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heatmakerz
Heatmakerz
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They try to box me in the corner for the longest
No key, lock me in the corner for the longest, but
Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock
Linkin' up with Cam and linkin' up with the ROC, now
This is powerful music, I bring to the table
The sequel to Able, the way I sling caine, 'cause
Yo, ya'll know I'm passion, focused, in case you haven't noticed
Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum opens
Cam gon' make me a star, I'ma make him a million
Jones is here, we invadin' the buildin', and
But, I'm still on the corner grindin' for them big stacks
Big coat, big gats, don't ever forget that
[Verse 2]
Yes sir, yes sir
Oh yeah, ****
Aye, my goal ain't to be number one on your charts
If it happens, so be it, it's comes with the arts
Everyone in my parts, they still movin'
Holdin' drums in the front of the Jones
I do this shit, six lucky contestants
They don't give a fuck if you sick
You still get cuffed and arrested (Click, clank)
My justice is wretched, you get knocked down
Please, grab your crutches, keep steppin'
'Cause the game we done held back too long
The pain, we done felt that too long
Cocaine, we done dealt that too long
And my pops, it don't help that you gone
Myself to move on
It's scary and I'm gonna need help
Streets flock to me, dog, marijuana don't help
Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help
Knee deep in my grave on these blocks
I'ma goner myself
[Verse 3]
I'm ready, I'm ready
What's up buzzin', buzzin' birds, flip a dozen, dozen
Holla at your boy, boy thought your cousin wasn't
Jim Jones and Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik
Y'all **** know, holla at me if there's any beef
[Verse 4]
I know it's vice versa
We like murder, we convictin' the track
But sure, if you got bitches to fuck
Hit me up, dog
[Verse 5]
Far as lyrics go, they rockin' recitals
They won't stop till I'm on top with the title
Hustlin', no stoppin' the cycle
I'm shoppin' for rifles, I'm not for the idols
The twin towers, dog, we on top of the Eiffel, like
La Pisa Pisa, eatin' a piece of pizza
You can't be where I be, dog, you need a visa
Come on chief or reefer
Please believe that I will squeeze and leave ya
All bullets, they will eat and seek ya
Harlem World, I'ma swell my town
You a clown, you can tell by now that I'm
Written by: Barbara Mason, Cameron Giles, Gregg Green, Jimmy Jones, LaRon James, Seon Thomas
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