Cam'ron Jaheim Lord You Know Instrumental

[Cam'ron]
Okay, Dipset, Lets do it y'all


[Hook: Jahiem]
Now lord you know... just how hard i try,
to live my life, and get it rights
trying to see some light, or even better..
way over way a new day, someday
yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
it gets better I know, Tell you, I know




[Cam'ron]
With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle
Percuset, Demorel, capsules of paxil
cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
bitches might burn you, they runnin' with that clap too
but the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated
who had it confiscated, hate it
when they take powder, up-state he take showers
baby mom on greyhound for eight hours
see her man face to face through a glass
on the phone, ten years he got chasin' that cash
and he had the game in a smash
fell like the towers when the planes went on crash
it wasn't 9/11, but it was 9-1-1
gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
i told him get his nine and run
turned himself in i had to find that dumb, that's too long.

[Hook: Jaheim]


[Cam'ron]
Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said I can't breeze through
The fourty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you
Me who? please boo, landin' in that G2
Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ
That's me, true. peach blue, hebrew
Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fee stoop, steep whoo
But it might lead to, that R2-D2, the mobsters creep through
We da new PE, shittin PU
To da hood y'all don't need me, I need you
Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain
Always a snitch in the game, what you want, prison or fame?
Neither one dun, long as my digits are sane
He lookin' frigid, dig it make sure them digits get changed (why?)
Cause I can't be in hell's cell, shout out to Mell' Mel
Cash and hell rell, Zeke doin' three, he even fell, hell
He comin home a '07 and 12 cells (I got em')
Cause you musta known, i can't trust the phones
For the dough you'll be like d'oh, stuck at home

(Hook: Jaheim)


[Cam'ron]
Nowadays dog they raid up in the ballparks
Blaze 'em when they cross sharks
We raiders of da lost ark
I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs
They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box
More props, R.I.P. my poor pops
Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
My antennas will block the scanners (what else?)
I got blammaz you'll drop ya hammers
Lawyers to watch lawyers, Cameras to watch cameras
Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch grandma
In pajamas I snuck out to watch santa
Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

[Hook til ending]

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[MaDouble2188]

its a instrumental genius thats y its no lyrics

[LukedelNacho]

ooooohhhh yeah!!!! str8 fire!!!!

[1fromthebottom]

lord you know my mission, dismissin me from the kitchen

from pitchin to flippin giz and... givin to all them fienin

dreamin of life conglomo... but wake up to my fo'fo'

bangin on my door whoa! 'noid, might be the popos.

I hope no, but who knows? the whole crew out the window

with 3 O's, the scrill dough, the bag full of pistols.

it's me Lord, your wild child, my heaven's gotten hostile

drinkin liquor, puff loud... throwin up this hot vile!

[shoes1921]

never needed no broad, just conceited and hard, keep faith in my money and my belief in GOD, battery case lost it juice because i beat the charge, stocky jocks pit bulls in the yard, no chain with restraining, the niggas is changing, but the game is remaining, shots go off everyone stare in amazement, cuz the long range shot just put him on the pavement, i snipe like military guns, i figure navy, plenty blue jordans in closet, the hue is baby, like the fuckin sky up and away I make ya soul fly

[shoes1921]

a whole group of silly niggas,take train up to philly niggas, tooshay who they, we the realer niggas, got an attraction to guns stay feelin triggas, transact to the funds ok we milli niggas, beat cases like i hate my luggage, hit the runway and leave with ur soul like a buzzard, perform the murder game with no rehearsal, i heard the hatin u was doing, then u got 2 to ya brain its no reversin, leave spells on them bitches u know we cursin, ouija board tell me the score and then we hurse em

[lunejersey]

TO MANY RAPS UP ON THE TUBE, GET BACK TO YA PADS, AIN'T DROPPING PERIOD ON THE TUNE, OVER DONE AND ENOUGH SMOOTH TRACK, RYHMES ROUGH, NO FLOW, NO HOE, NO DOE U GOT BRO, GETTING BACK TO MY TEMPO, BASS POP, GUNS POP, ALWAYS GOES RIGHT YA NEVER GO WRONG, EARS TO THE STREET, AHEAD OF YA FEET, NO SLANG, CALL ME KING, OR DOPE MAING, BROTHER I'M HOT MAING

[metsdynastyx]

Dis Beat Is Too Fly,

I smoke with my honeys, too high,

Seein in the drakonia,

All Up like Phalonia

Or philomena. Skilopenia

Percadan, Licodan,

Sunburn like Damn.

Lyrics are too fly, need a ghostwritten verse? hit me up

[kevmyster97]

bak on dis shit

macaroni extra dip

lemmi show yu hw to rain on dese fucking kids

when we ride out, 4 man deep

4 pedal bike ting, devil on in ma jeans

[ShelleyakaUnique]

Killa

[1KRONIK1]

purplee haze blazed dazed got me stuk in a maze ..haahah fuk it jst blaze ......rolin wit a 9 ...got blood leakin from ur spine dnt come test mine ............fuk it ey gata make that dough in any way ........so i stay selin dat yayy..........

[devinalicea2392]

nigga dont play fake or try to pretend like you was cool with my back den but now that i got money you wanna roll in my benz fuck you so bye bye to all my haters im sayin see ya later dont wanna play with my paper cause ima paper chaser take my paper ima chase ya ill kill lyrically hypatheticlly see me in ya nightmares sayin where do we go where wishin i wasnt there but howd i get there sayin damn that nigga vicious like a bear try ill kill you and who ya came with only so its fair