Artist: H.O.T. Ones f/ Cam'Ron Album: Dame Grease presents Live On Lenox Song: Good Morning America Typed by: email@example.com [Don] I dont fuck no more Yeah nigga huuh? huuh? Killa Cam, H.O.T. Ones huuh? Flame thrower yeah yeah Uhh Niggas remind me of slappin a bunch of words Darkness swirls, it's 20 niggas brushin curbs Got the blocks on off nigga cautious style Yeah you hot but I'm ??? now Put up the gun in your mouth no more talking now Shell drips in the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound Hitmen, slickmen cant bang with us Clips & spit 10 nigga aim & bust Cant discuss, the facts just clutch your mac Hope your mans got enough heart to bust back Cant touch you with the words, I'ma let my gat do it Strap with the clark, infrared attached to it Long-out scoop see if you can dash through it Cause when the burner split I'm burning the strip Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats Whaaat!? [Cam'Ron] Killa Killa uhh Yo, yo, yo I know exactly what's wrong with you And it made me so mad I won't do that song with you All them niggas over there, they look strong to you? Guns look long to you? In fact, give me your change, no longer belongs to you Or do you stop flirting? Dip the clip in the bar, nigga pop something Nigga outside the club you wanna pop something Now a nigga drive through I got the pop something Spin out the black gunning, no nigga we not running Killa got first to count 9 mil', my gun and my bankaccount I'm God Divine, im hard to find I got a gutter mouth its listed nigga From my baby mothers house I know you loved her out, dugged her out I wanna harden your spouse, nigga borrow my mouth ???, bangin for my gun, slangin with my gun, remaining on the run RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Killa Killa [Lil' One] I dont play y'all niggaz, I spray y'all niggaz Leave bodies roasted, flame y'all niggaz I dont game y'all bitches, I tame y'all bitches D-1 told me aim for the riches A cool kid scared of the big, i heard stories Locked up in jail, that aint nothing for me Now you gotta be gunned down to be a legend One vest, two gats just for protection Never was a showoff, my guns go off Kept it in the closet, damn it got to go off Took it outside, blazed it in the sky It wasnt just me, it was booze in my house I feel thugged out, me & you can slug out Bullets in the field now they coming in the dug out Shut down the club-house, lock out like NBA Ya'll niggaz shine cause One been away Bust out the barrell of a ?? ashtray So dont ya'll get it wrong Shots hit your mind & body Watch the soul drip on when the clip on Niggaz better get long Lil' One Nigga [Floss] Aiyo you niggas that i get yo dough Bag yo' wife might hit cha hoe Niggaro, who split the flow How make it hot when the the six blow? Floss get inside again Harlem Niggaz be all the same Playa Haters you bought you lock the chain like bulletflame(?) 5 Platinum overseas Over here goes close to 3 Niggaz wanna get close to me Rob me put that toast to me Never that dont let me spit 11 at cha head & back Take that cat, go 100's in you coffin Nigga rest with that, you easy to match Its plain to see, that there is nuttin but floss in me There is nuttin but game in me Dart, from six rangers three Playaz keep on playin on Hataz keep on hatin on That player with that blazer on Iced out with them gaters on Vacant Lot, we make it hot To your ?? to yo block Take your guns its fo your shots To faking niggaz that fake alot Why u poppin brand new boots with trees on em My niggaz cop brand new coupes with beeps on em Floss, Floss, Floss, Don, One Yeah Yeah (chikachika) 99 Nigga, 99 What the fuck Vaca, Vaca, Vacant Lot, nigga nigga Hot EXPLOSION (Cam'Ron) LIVE ON LENOX!!!!