I took a walk around the world toease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time
I watched the world float to the darkside of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah
I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something to do with you
I don’t really mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you be my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
You called my strong, you called my weak,
but still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
if not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back on solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
If I go crazy then will you stillcall me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
Yeah!
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you by my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman
If I’m alive and well, will you be there holding my hand
I’ll keep you ny my side with my superhuman might
Kryptonite
357
What up on my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas
Back uptown baby
Lennox Ave.
My Oyas on Broadway all day
Aye yo you love the way I rep black
Step the f back
‘Fore I bring out the guns
And chest check
Respect thatAny girl I met that
Hit that Love the way I spit that I don’t kit kat
Push your wig back
Get you shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked Got a friend
Have me kick that
Get that Sit back School shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack
For the big stacks
And the big act
Now I got the big gats Click, clack, uhh
Since day one been in a ditch
Came with a snitch
Now I’m in the pen in themix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the ? Begin with a stich End in a kiss
So yo so I blend in the mix
Now a day don’t go by I ain’t been in a chick
8½ on the dope ask Dominican RichWinning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit How a nigga spin in 6See they all see the 12
But you see me in it TVs in it BBs kinted Ask who it is
You see me tinted
I did drive-bys Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I’ll bring it to you at your local gymnasium
How ’bout the Palladium
Fuck it Yankees stadium uhh
Play peopleJumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that’ll jiggle with the A’s legal
You not a threat
You want it you got it bet I’ll leave your momma and your poppa wet
Nigga wait now I’m set I’ll go another route
Kidnap your family make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don’t give a fuck about
Un would’ve ? about I’m through wit’ it
Your crew ain’t even true wit’ it
I see your man he’s like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam why you act like that SHUT UP nigga clack clack clack Pat pat pat
Rat tat tat Put fear ‘fore envy Nigga I’m not in fear of any
I’ll leave a nigga black and blue Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha
Throw fiestas By alma queta ChicquetaMoneroNieta
Don’t ever fuck around with the Don’s cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin’ in the Jon Cletta
Or the black boots
Jumpin out to act cool Cars never lease ‘em Girls ? ‘em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome Niggas tease ‘em
Bitches please ‘em
When I’m out of town yo my pants got a crease in ‘em
All calls valid Never hard mallet Dallas
Been up in you favorite star’s stlyus
CowardBite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
Guy- Yo, yo, yo, yo (Cam- What’s up?) what the fuck is wrong with you
Cam- Fuck that it’s not a game
Guy- Yo, you ain’t gotta be rythmin for niggas like that
Cam- Man fuck them niggas BGuy- Yo, you know what you doCam- What?
Guy- Tell these niggas the real dealCam- Aight check it Aiyyo I’m ?
Cook up the crack Everytime you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack huh
Look in the back, nah The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap Now I’m not saying what I like Or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face til’ your shit’s right
See baby boy I carry guns
You know the big typeThe kind that might give you a 10 year fear of life
And I was just like y’all flippin’ hundred pack
But nowadays I’m the only
You a running backYou got to understand baby I’m done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain deadLight this herb
Don’t mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnapings and hostages
So, y’all better obeyWe shoot pro way
Mess with us no way
Now go ‘head go play