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oh no you didn’t - cam'ron lyrics

no oh no oh no oh no you didn’t, sucka tried to play me
but you never paid me, never, oh no you didn’t
pay back is a comin, you will be runnin forever, oh no you didn’t
until i get my venegence i will never end this mayhem, oh no you didn’t
i’m a mercenary you ain’t got a prayer you owe me, oh no you didn’t

i lost money got it back re’d up
snow in the summer time they skied up
my feet up, layed back with d cup
grams, grands, gucci, i’m g’d up
why would he play me tho actin like he kin to me
when he owe me money that’s sorta like a sin to me
so i grabbed the bat got real bad energy
rbi’s real bad injuries, not science but he messed up the chemistry
so he moved 50 p lookin like a centipede
exsposed em, like a centerfold
school of hard knocks, you’ve been enrolled
my men been parolled, hot been in cold
these huddle tips will cleanse your soul
recommend you fold, put you in a hole
nice clean suit, a pair of keneth coles

oh no you didn’t, sucka tried to play me
but you never paid me, never, oh no you didn’t
pay back is a comin, you will be runnin forever, oh no you didn’t
until i get my venegence i will never end this mayhem, oh no you didn’t
i’m a mercenary you ain’t got a prayer you owe me, oh no you didn’t

i got a list of your p-ss, from riches to rags
yah brotha get shot, yah sista get grabbed
pops wanna talk, mom kissin my -ss
dance out they pocket like mr. mcnabb, (yea)
from the eagles made me, mine is from the desert
got german guns, and german sheperds
bout to spot his -ss sorta like a leopard
yeah the shoulder strap gimme extra levrage
he hustlin i hope that you make your mission
girls naked strippin, tryn make a livin
the other half on the bus see they mate in prison
it don’t make a differance, but you can make a differance
and i’m gonn try, or i’m gonn die, i need a bently drop f-ck a hondai
or a subaru, id rather sell buddah boo, what you doin now
f-ck what you used to do, you owe me n-gga

ey yo homie owe me money let me press up on em
the four out the draw gotta put some pressure on em
someone bessle on em, no stupidity
december in harlem you can feel the humidity
you won’t meet a bigger thug, and yeah i’m spittin slugs
sh-lls on the floor you can call me a litterbug
ya’ll ain’t gettin grub, ya’ll just gettin love
well yea i get the gloves, cause someone gettin mugged

- camron lyrics

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