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Cam'ron - S.D.E. lyrics
Uh huh, yeah
 This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
 Of course, athletes in the struggle [Incomprehensible]
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
 Some get a little and some get none
 Shit, I was part of the some get none
 The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs
 Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
 After all, I was nice in ball,
 But I came to practice weed scented
 Report card like the speed limit, 55-55 expellable
 If your nice they make sure that you eligible
 Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
 Pretty swift, real MVP, and 55th, I can hoop, yo
 All-American in my age group, yo
 Raised bad settled for a Ju. Co.
 Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
 All I did was rob and mug on campus
 Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
 At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
 Forgot about ball, I was done dude
 Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
 Call moms, she don't want the phone act
 She don't condone it, Cam don't come home, shit
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 Yo, yo, ayo, comin' back home, I thought it'd be cool
 But everybody like, "Cam, yo I thought you're in school"
 Nah, I'm about to go back, huh, they know that I'm lyin'
 See me on Broadway, know when I'm buyin'
 Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eye'n
 Shiesty again, no where without iron
 Seems like my school life self destroyed
 Fuck gettin' a job, B.I.G. self employed
 Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
 Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
 Till one of the workers pulled a small caseCam'ron - S.D.E. - http://motolyrics.com/camron/sde-lyrics.html
 Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
 I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin, a slow case n', verdict probation
 Tried to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
 Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
 See what happen', stopped the crackin', start rappin', quit the clappin'
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
 But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
 So in that I became more curious
 Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
 Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
 CEO's heard, now here come big cake
 But one cat said Cam you better recoup
 Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
 But un-hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
 The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
 Money more to clutch, money more to touch
 I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but yeah
 Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
 Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game
 For dat fame Throwa Untertainment
 Sport, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment, Killa
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 'Cause the streets is a short stop
 Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot
 That's how it go on my block, mad props, let off mad shots
 All my peoples out there tryin' it
 Dis a problem for they environment, killa
 Sports, drugs, entertainment, till the arraignment
 Uh huh, yeah









