Lyrics Leave You Alone - Cam'ron
I
gotta
leave...
leave
you
alone
I
wish
I
could...
I
gotta
leave
the
hood
alone
eventually
right?
(I
don't
know)
Leave
the
'hood,
I
would
but
it
got
Cam
twisted
(twisted)
When
Mikey
gon'
get
that
butter
or
them
damn
biscuits?!
Mother
still
getting
high,
she
so
damn
gifted
Like
she
got
no
legs
though...
she
can't
kick
it
(nope)
We
can't
kick
it,
my
man
dig
it,
I
Van
Wyck
it
Wicked
wiggle,
the
man
wicked,
Rap
was
Cam's
ticket
(that's
what
I
thought)
But
it
backfired,
air
in
the
back
tires
Get
ready
for
crack
buyers,
rap
liars
and
trap
wires
Thinking
I'm
awry,
we
thinking
I'm
raunchy
Watch
"Menace
II
Society"...
Think
about
Chauncey
(shhh,
think
about
that)
The
snitch
factor,
now
it's
a
big
factor
Shit,
life's
a
bitch
watch
ya
shit
for
you
pitch
after
Get
dadda,
Michelle
home
from
school,
her
man
Rich
slapped
her
Kitch
scratched
her,
shot
in
the
air...
yeah
kids
scattered
Cause
she
joined
a
fraternity...
the
bitch
"Kappa"
He
ain't
like
it,
kidnapped
her
In
the
hood,
bitch
cracker
Now
Rich
not...
she
could
of
met
a
rich
cracker
She
get
high,
worked
at
Mickey
Dees,
they
Big
Mac'ed
her
They'll
train
the
fighters,
Titus
gained
Arthritis
Cops
they
train
the
buyers,
with
Kelina
can't
indict
us
(nope)
He
beat
them
cases
up
like
Mike
Tyson
'86
That's
why
it's
like
I
got
a
license
for
these
80
bricks
Crib,
tried
to
raid
the
shit
Agents
on
some
hater
shit
$60k
to
rob
the
kid,
them
cases
never
made
'em
stick
I
can
promise
this,
you
dealing
with
a
Communist
That'll
pull
the
trigger
on
any
nigga
and
bomb
a
bitch
My
accomplices...
they
remain
annonymous
And
they
gon
stay
there,
I
swear...
I'm
what
honest
is
Honestly
you
thought
I
quit
like
Tomjanavich
Conglomerate,
treat
you
like
Ramadan...
honor
it
(y'all
won't
eat!)
Y'all
won't
eat,
I'm
unloading
a
lobster
& pasta
Y'all
imposters,
imposing
my
posture...
I
gotcha
Mobsters
with
choppers,
enough
"dado"
(that's
chips)
Chicks...
duct
tape
em,
turn
'em
over...
butt
rape
'em
Grams...
cut,
shave
'em,
damn
hair
cut
shavin'
But
bust
on
her
hussers
like
a
lust...
Wes
Craven
That's
the
hustle...
I'm
old
school,
you
must
page
him
Whatever
love
hate
em,
won't
do...
touch,
play
em...
Degrade
em?
talk
slick...
fuck
it
your
all
sick
Lay
you
in
dog
shit,
look
over
you...
hork
spit
Beef
on
Bobby
block,
right
where
his
homeys
walk
Homey
we
make
bodies
drop.then
skate
like
Tony
Hawk
Over
short
paper,
play
a
O
for
very
long
Fourth
of
July:
M80's,
cherry
bombs
(what's
that?)
They'll
disguise
the
slugs
Sent
his
friends
for
them
ends
They
had
'em
like
the
Benz:
His
eyes
was
bugged
Watch
the
don
poke
you
But
for
$4500
I
will
John
Doe
you
Your
moms
won't
know
you
(KILLA!)
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1 Killa Cam (intro)
2 He Tried to Play Me (feat. Hell Rell)
3 Leave You Alone
4 Living a Lie (feat. Mo' Money)
5 We Make Change (feat. Juelz Santana)
6 Voicemail Interlude
7 Wet Wipes
8 Touch It or Not (feat. Lil' Wayne)
9 War (feat. Hell Rell)
10 Triple Up (feat. 40 Cal.)
11 I.B.S.
12 Get Ya Gun
13 White Girls
14 Girls, Cash, Cars
15 Do Ya Thing (remix)
16 Get 'em Daddy (feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer & Jim Jones) (remix)
17 Voicemail Interlude 2
18 Something New (feat. Hell Rell)
19 You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)
20 Love My Life (feat. Nicole Wray)
21 Exclusive Track 1
22 Exclusive Track 2
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