Lyrics Me, My Moms & Jimmy (featuring Kenny Greene) - Cam'ron , Kenny Greene
Take
your
time
young
man
Mama
used
to
say
don't
you
rush
to
get
old
Mama
used
to
say
take
it
in
your
stride
Uh,
uh
Killa
Cam
Mama
used
to
say
live
your
life
Federica
Live
your
life
Ey
yo
Cam,
this
rap
shit
How
you
know
I
love
games
It's
like
I
got
a
habit
Gotta
keep
the
drug
game
Why
Until
we
blow
up
with
that
ol'
platinum
thug
thing
Ey
yo
what
you
think
lame
nigga
I
feel
the
same
Cause
I
be
outside
nigga,
cocaine
and
me
But
if
it
ain't
about
money
then
it
ain't
about
me
Well
I
ain't
in
poverty
and
no
one's
starving
me
Cause
when
we
first
felt
heat
we
sought
robbery
Now,
ain't
that
the
pot
callin'
the
kettle
black
I
know
y'all
ain't
gonna
come
out
and
front
like
that
When
yall
got
knocked,
yall
was
dying
in
jail
The
way
you
keep
on
calling,
crying
for
bail
Acting
like
criminals,
yall
some
fake
generals
What
you
know
abut
bail
being
more
than
ten
thousand
(Cam:
nah
nah
nah)
Peep
the
old
way,
how
I
done
sold
cake
Behind
the
closed
drapes,
on
one
of
your
old
plates
And
the
tubes
of
Colgate
Two
and
four
states,
yeah
I
can
verify
Man
a
nigga
never
lie
Go
head
wit
your
killer
schemes
Nah
we
gotta
iller
dreams
Land
in
the
Philippines
I
got
about
four
mil
a
piece
Kiddies
on
the
corner,
they
got
a
lil'
team
And
they
keep
frontin
Are
they
gonna
jump
me
too
I
wish
they
would
Jump
me
please
jump
me
too
That's
what
I'm
sayin
with
y'all
Monkey
see
monkey
do
Now
y'all
niggas
can
see
why
I
want
to
plead
insanity
But
what
the
fuck
am
I
gonna
do,
this
just
my
family
(CHORUS)
Mama
used
to
say
take
your
time
young
man
Mama
used
to
say
don't
you
rush
to
get
old
Mama
used
to
say
take
it
in
your
stride
Mama
used
to
say
live
your
life,
live
your
life
Now
when
it's
time
to
chill
out
I
might
pull
the
silks
out
But
I'll
do
your
body
good
cause
you
know
I'm
illed
out
I
took
an
ill
route,
I
might
pull
some
krills
out
Cause
that
cash
and
the
weed,
you
know
I'm
still
about
Well
what
you
want
baby,
a
description
of
me
I'm
frontin
with
the
ladies
having
you
picture
me
Well
I'm
tattooed
out
with
a
scroll
of
my
fam
And
the
long
sliky
hair
with
the
bow
legged
stands
You
in
my
V
in
the
rear,
on
the
low
from
your
man
Yo
I
do
many
things
but
I
ain't
holdin
your
hand
Do
you
know
how
to
scuba
I
got
a
house
in
Aruba
But
you
keep
it
on
low
cause
my
spouse
got
a
Ruger
Yo
you
see
I
ain't
dumber,
on
me
some
type
of
tutor
Cause
I
been
had
the
info,
on
the
whores
wit
the
hooters
Get
out
my
house
cause
I
will
shoota
Federica
I
will
step
to
her
Senorita
know
how
I
maneuver
Mamasita
sip
margarita
Messin
with
Cam
you
get
punched
in
your
mouth
Only
key
you
ever
had
was
the
one
to
your
house
F
a
spouse
me
single,
I'm
one
of
the
ones
You
think
Cam's
nice
he's
a
son
of
a
gun
Cause
I
have
heaters
before
them
sneakers
When
Run
had
Adidas
and
reefer
was
cheeba
Although
I'm
an
entity
All
those
crooked
crooks
down
town
remember
me
Second
home
one
hundred
tenth
street
Yo
Cam
you
violent
You
remind
me
of
your
daddy
Ey
yo,
don't
you
really
mean
my
three
dads
Ooow
mom
stop
Why
you
hittin
me,
stop
(CHORUS:
3X
to
fade)
Album
Confessions of Fire
1 Intro
2 Glory (featuring Noreaga)
3 357
4 Rockin' And Rollin'
5 Wrong Ones
6 Death
7 Horse & Carriage
8 Horse & Carriage
9 Me, My Moms & Jimmy (featuring Kenny Greene)
10 Prophecy (featuring Kelly Price)
11 We Got It (featuring Mase)
12 D Rugs (featuring Brotha)
13 Feels Good (featuring Usher)
14 Phone Interlude
15 Confessions
16 Fuck You
17 Me & My Boo
18 Shanghai
19 Who'S Nice
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