Текст песни Shanghai - Cam'ron
Shut
the
fuck
up
punk!
Give
me
that
shit!
You
feel
sorry
for
who!!
Gave
you
head
before
i
stormed
in
Muthafucka
any
problem
yo
i
want
in
I′m
here
to
win
Every
mornin
I'm
yawnin
While
ya′ll
are
boardin
The
store
and
showin
that
you're
fake
bringin
some
corn
in
Meat
rice
and
poultry
We
all
know
how
you
get
your
money
Don't
insult
me
Shutup
For
me
not
steppin
You
can
fault
me
Yeah,
i
chill
But
we
are
about
to
split
this
muthafucka
Like
sugarhill
See
your
man
He
thinks
he′s
wise
Tell
him
chill
He
ain′t
the
only
one
with
chinky
eyes
Yo,
i'm
related
to
him
And
i′ll
put
eight
through
him
When
i
skate
though
him
And
my
co-d
I
don't
think
you
know
is
take
to
him
And
before
it′s
over
I'll
have
this
whole
fuckin
store
with
that
smoke
aroma
And
yo,
your
wife
keeps
twitchin
Than
we
both
can
bone
her
Real
quick,
real
sick
Pull
out
dick
Then
nigga
go
on
and
riff
I′ll
have
this
whole
fuckin
clip
On
some
raw
dog
shit
Close
that
gate
It's
time
to
negotiate
Now
your
store
really
could
fulfill
my
needs
Got
now
and
later
seeds
Niggas
need
dungarees
We
in
the
middle
of
harlem
What
we
need
for
them
ski's
That′s
the
coverup
nigga
For
the
weed,
guns,
and
keys
But
ya′ll
is
gettin
live
though
I
ain't
gonna
cry
yo
I
just
wanna
get
paid
off,
nigga
Like
five-0
-2x′s
In
america
the
product
is
coke
and
weed
In
china,
the
product
is
dope
and
speed
The
columbians
got
the
coca
leaves
But
in
harlem,
niggas
like
to
plot
and
scheme
Now
your
store
grose
A
mil'
a
week
And
my
niggas
on
the
block
Yo,
we
feel
is
sweet
But
we
been
livin
here
forever
Can
you
feel
our
beat
So
give
us
half
Or
i
guarantee
baby
You
gonna
feel
the
heat
And
i′m
a
little
bit
high
Save
a
little
and
you
die
Send
a
blizzard
through
your
store
In
the
middle
of
july
So
if
you
wanna
chat
We
can
If
you
wanna
scrap
We
can
But
i
feel
like
jackie
chan
Exactly
man
Kong
fu
Murder
thoughts
like
john
woo
I'm
here
for
bi
Not
to
con
you
Now
it′s
a
done
deal
yo
There
ain't
no
bluffin
kid
And
tell
your
wife
don't
move
I
know
where
that
button
is
Yo,
i
would
hate
to
have
to
bust
her
That′s
petty
black
Matter
of
fact
get
out
the
way
I
know
where
that
maschetti
at
Give
me
that
Blamm!!!
That′s
when
the
chink
goes
flip
Then
grabs
me
like
spock
On
some
bruce
lee
shit
And
his
wife
had
a
grenade
That's
when
my
niggas
sprayed
And
in
a
puddle
of
blood
Is
where
that
bitch
laid
But
this
ain′t
have
to
happen
yo
Man
you
see
the
weed
for
real
Nigga
let
me
go!
Back
up
off
me!
Damn
that
was
a
close
one
Next
time,
your
ass
gonna
play
bruce
son
That's
word
to
mutha!
You
don′t
know
how
deep
we
are
Give
them
them
tapes
Ya'll
got
vcr′s
Yeah,
three
of
'em
But
back
to
the
topic
My
deal
to
the
floor
In
a
week
I
can
bring
about
10
thou
to
the
store
Yeah,
i
know
i
know
i
know
That's
not
near
to
what
your
crew
had
But
we
doin
this
together
Nigga
that′s
too
bad
Now
here′s
the
deal
either
take
it
or
leave
it
Cause
see
these
guns
We
can
take
it
or
squeeze
it
Now
everything
is
set
up
Right?
I
got
some
girls
that
will
be
here
sometime
tonight
You
know
meya,
the
nigga
wit
china
white
They
got
some
shit
that
will
fuck
around
and
blind
your
sight
They
kind
of
tight
Now
if
i
here
things
behind
the
hype
I'll
put
a
contract
on
your
life
And
you
sign
it
right
The
first
day
So
have
my
money
thursday
Cause
i
don′t
want
to
have
to
see
your
ass
nigga
on
herse
day
In
the
worst
way
1 Intro
2 357
3 Rockin' and Rollin'
4 Wrong Ones
5 Death
6 Phone Interlude
7 Confessions
8 Fuck You
9 Shanghai
10 Who's Nice
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