Shanghai 2012 Matched Song & Lyrics

song lyrics Shanghai lyrics [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 [Chorus - 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 [Cam ron] 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 [Chorus] song lyrics