Shanghai Lyrics

Shut the fuck up punk!

Give me that shit!

You feel sorry for who!!

Gave you head before I stormed in

Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in

I'm here to win

Every mornin

I'm yawnin

While ya'll are boardin

The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in

Meat, rice, and poultry

We all know how you get your money

Don't insult me

Shutup

For me not steppin

You can fault me

Yeah, I chill

But we are about to split this muthafucka

Like SugarHill

See your man

He thinks he's wise

Tell him chill

He ain't the only one with chinky eyes

Yo, I'm related to him

And I'll put eight through him

When I skate though him

And my co-d

I don't think you know is take to him

And before it's over

I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma

And yo, your wife keeps twitchin

Than we both can bone her

Real quick, real sick

Pull out dick

Then nigga go on and riff

I'll have this whole fuckin clip

On some raw dog shit

Close that gate

It's time to negotiate

Now your store really could fulfill my needs

Got now and later seeds

Niggas need dungarees

We in the middle of Harlem

What we need for them ski's

That's the coverup nigga

For the weed, guns, and keys

But ya'll is gettin live though

I ain't gonna cry yo

I just wanna get paid off, nigga

Like five-0

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In America the product is coke and weed

In China, the product is dope and speed

The Columbians got the coca leaves

But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme

[Cam'ron]

Now your store grose

A mil' a week

And my niggas on the block

Yo, we feel is sweet

But we been livin here forever

Can you feel our beat

So give us half

Or I guarantee baby

You gonna feel the heat

And I'm a little bit high

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Send a blizzard through your store

In the middle of July

So if you wanna chat

We can

If you wanna scrap

We can

But I feel like Jackie Chan

Exactly man

Kong Fu

Murder thoughts like John Woo

I'm here for Bi

Not to con you

Now it's a done deal yo

There ain't no bluffin kid

And tell your wife don't move

I know where that button is

Yo, I would hate to have to bust her

That's petty black

Matter of fact get out the way

I know where that maschetti at

Give me that

Blamm!!!

That's when the chink goes flip

Then grabs me like Spock

On some Bruce Lee shit

And his wife had a grenade

That's when my niggas sprayed

And in a puddle of blood

Is where that bitch laid

But this ain't have to happen yo

Man you see the weed for real

Nigga let me go!

Back up off me!

Damn that was a close one

Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son

That's Word to mutha!

You don't know how deep we are

Give them them tapes

Ya'll got VCR's

Yeah, three of 'em

But back to the topic

My deal to the floor

In a week

I can bring about 10 thou to the store

Yeah, I know I know I know

That's not near to what your crew had

But we doin this together

Nigga that's too bad

Now here's the deal either take it or leave it

Cause see these guns

We can take it or squeeze it

Now everything is set up

Right?

I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight

You know meya, the nigga wit China white

They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight

They kind of tight

Now if I here things behind the hype

I'll put a contract on your life

And you sign it right

The first day

So have my money Thursday

Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day

In the worst way

[Chorus]

Cam'ron Shanghai