Artist: Cam'Ron Album: Crime Pays Song: Curve Typed by: killa_season22000@hotmail.com (Cam'Ron Talkin) Na I told shorty to curve! she like curve? I'm like curve! she like what that mean I'm like that mean get away from me ya breath stink You heard a tic tacs? Curve man get outta here if +Big Pun+ was alive he'd tell you to go that way Curve! (Cam'Ron:Verse 1) From Ecuador, extra raw, repituar, like the reservoir Few Beretta scars, get ya neck ajared Respect ya pa, don't believe, bet a card I need a f-f-f-freak I mean a tramp ma, and my dick you can lick like a stamp uh And ya back, you can arch lick a ramp ma Get a helmet you about to get ram hard I'm Rambo, commando, Camacho, you'll disappear, vamanose vato Got doe, gwap, hoes, shots go, ratt-tatt-tatt How could he not know Louie socks tho, you can see the logo And I chop, blo-blo, no homo Shoot out in the woods, no po po He wired the deal a no go yo I get dough tho, he a no show I'm so high high, in the low-low I ain't got a address but, yo I gotta get dressed Come watch a mobster get fresh Linen and Ostrich on deck I know ya'll wish that them shots woulda shot me to death But death because me, you a mummy I'm out to get flesh Dummy money, bustin outta my socks and my sweats Get cash but alota my gwaps in a check (Chorus : Cam'Ron[Girl]) (Uh) That's my word, if homie actin absurred And he sorta like a bird then tell tha dude to curve Girls to if she gettin on ya nerves and she gota Lotta nerve then tell the girl to curve [Curve nigga] No curve trick! [Curve nigga] No curve trick! [Curve nigga] No curve trick! [Curve nigga] No curve trick! (Verse 2:Cam'Ron) Yo Damn Cam, why they startin' wars Forced in garden kitchen parkay floors Lil pimps, watch them whores Slide em to the crib, right in side her ribs Right outside her ribs, right inside her (?) {Please stop watchin' me} Look, Diamonds around her wrist, house behind the cliffs Left her equivalent to 600 dimes of piff Off the winter menu, I'm from a different venue These +Nikes+, don't ask, discontinued, must miscontinue One clip will end you {Please stop watchin me} I can't front baby girl I'm something to watch I ask her one thing, "Girl ,you cummin or not?" I make scrilla melt, you don't need Killa help My doors are suicde, bitch go kill ya self Since you feel yaself, .9 mill to steal ya health {Please stop watchin me} Yea, I know alotta ya'll hatin' wanna clap me still Listen good ,I don't care how you actually feel Cause I'm actually real, for real wrapped in steel And the roof open up like a happy meal Get a steel grip, you won't feel shit We move single file, like we on a field trip Get ya permission slip, can you vision it Empty the gun son, put in a different clip (Repeat Chorus) (Cam'Ron Talkin Over Chorus) Ya'll know what it is Harlem Aye yo hood I'm a get you some publishing on this one dog Hundred 40th, Harlem you know what it is Persona!