Why They - Cam'Ron

See you lucky man… you lucky to be around me nigga

You better take on the oxygen you suckin' all the H2O nigga

My new name is motherfuckin' Velcro

The way niggas stick to me, no homo

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely dame and big

Shots to like wayne and biggs

No need explain ya dig

Someone come claim this kid

He a fraud, the city morgue, gon' claim his wig

Wanna be famous?

Well the game is rigged, this is Harlem

Where we scramble crack, beef come handle that

Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs

Not camel toes, sandal cats can’t do jack

Place a order well cancel that Jaffe set it

Any problems baby, come to Harlem baby

We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes

Girls ball like Cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop

Your Jimmy Choo, the beef and brocs ma are very cute

I’m like a can of Campbell’s bitch, yeah I’m very soup

Look the kid done rose, from sleepin' with roaches

In my nostrils, pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes

We slingin' keep ya ratchet bang it don’t forget ya codes

Lived in 56 and 46 live my crows

My grandmother fought they grandmother Mrs. Rose

Uncle came down, gat explode, that case disclose

Cause we’ll damage ya, amateurs don’t play with pros

They compose, nice girls they get turned to naked hoes

They wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy

Cause I’m the cookie monster, yep Chips Ahoy!

Ahoy from over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me, huh

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me man

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me, huh

See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the pump

I’ma lift him ten feet she said he ain’t tryna duck

Do like my hair cut, line 'em up I lay 'em down

Sign 'em up, I swear to God garbage bags in line and drunk

I keep loaded guns, for every five bricks

My connect throw me one, you don’t know me son

Like I love rhymin', I’m just a thug shinin'

And leave the club blinded by the damn blood diamond

(Not Leonardo…) I hug the block

It hug me back, yeah trust I’m grindin'

I told my watch, now look at my watch love my timin'

Name stop, drop it, dog you not poppin'

When I’ma stop frontin', when ya mom stop coppin'

Shit you not rockin', stop watchin', Glock cocked

Dots shots in, call 'em re-run, he pop lockin'

When I stop his heart with some head shots

Better yet he Barney Rubble, he in Bedrock

Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is green

And the suits is black, and the roses red

That’s the kiss of death baby boy go to bed

And I don’t kiss ma, I know ya head so go ahead

I start wildin' on you, I tell you it won’t be polite

You mad I’m stylin' on you, duck down, weave the right

Pull the gat out, two shots, peace goodnight

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me, huh

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me man

Why they fuckin' with me why they fuckin' with me, huh