Cam'ron - Get It in Ohio Lyrics

Lyrics Get It in Ohio - Cam'ron



Waddup Midwest?
They forgot about the 4th coast, it ain't nuttin' though
Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas
Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'?
Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn, that's my nigga
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers
Left Chicago with good money for five drops
Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox
Vampoo and Pulaski, K-town is contra
They'll dearly depart ya in front of MacArthur's
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye
Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em
Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton
And in Akron, my niggas they would grow things
Not King James, these were coke kings
And he actin' grown, doggy, you ain't back at home
The smack it's on, wrapped in chrome
You better get a chaperone
If you know like I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
Go 'head and hate me hater 'cause I'm flyer than the Aviator
Well, you'll get smacked with the radiator
And I get catered player, wanna talk? Maybe later
Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flav'd her
Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke
Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like ayo
And you'll get yoked up, switchblade poked up
Bitch made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
Cowboy roped up, y'all boys sold what?
You know what? The dope, crack and coke is in the coat tucked
Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up
Get close up, soaked up, I'm KG, post up
Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Family gettin' bread, well, he about to get his loaf cut
Y'all stoked up, this game is sewed up
Malcolm X, tell the white bitch, yo, I want my toes sucked
If you know like I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
My 12 12 well, they carried my bricks
And them 12 12 fiends they're married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various strips
Y'all make a brotha laugh, me I took another bath
Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the ratatat, duck, duck, say goose
Badge Coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus
H-deuce, yeah, yeah, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say poof
Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice
If you know like I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
You know what it is, nigga, Harlem
140th and Lennox, you faggot niggaz suck a dick, fuck niggaz
Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana, Nebraska
Omaha, what's happenin'? Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois
Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is, I'll be home soon, killa
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, waddup Leche?
Yo Happy, I'ma drop another package off
Duke on that Westside of Chicago
Waddup everybody in Columbus?



Writer(s): Cameron Giles, A Orellana


Cam'ron - Crime Pays
Album Crime Pays
date of release
12-05-2009




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