[Jay-Z]
Uh huh, yeah

[Cam'Ron]
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo yo yo yo
Some get a little and some get none
Shit, I was part of the some get none
The ball, run for run, play the slums for crumbs

Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball,
But I came to practice weed scented
Report card like the speed limit

55-55 expellable
If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real MVP, and 55th

I can hoop, yo
All-American in my age group, yo
Raised bad settled for a ju. co. (junior college)
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus

All I did was rob and mug on campus
Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude

Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
Call moms, she don't want the phone act
She don't condone it, Cam don't come home, shit

[Chorus: x4]
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock
Or you got a wicked jump shot

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, ah-yo
Comin' back home, I thought it'd be cool
But everybody like, Cam, "Yo, I thought you in school"
Nah, I'm about to go back, huh, they know that I'm lyin'

See me on broadway, know what I'm buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eyin'
Shiesty again, no where without iron
Seems like my school life self destroyed

Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
'Til one of the workers pulled a small case

Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin', but wasn't a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tried to fuck my P.O., she ignored that

Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
See what happen', stopped the crackin'
Start rappin', quit the clappin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that I became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious

Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop

But unhooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but

Yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas want to get they gun, then start the clap game,
For that fame

Throwa entertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
'Til the arraignment, Killa

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
This a problem for they environment, killa

Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
'Til the arraignment

Writer : WALLACE, CHRISTOPHER/OWENS, DOMINIQUE/SCOTT, KEVIN DELANCE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.