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American Greed Lyrics

from Cam'ron Presents the U.N: Gunz N' Butta

"American Greed" is track #2 on the album Cam'ron Presents the U.N: Gunz N' Butta.
"American Greed" is track #2 on the album Cam'ron Presents the U.N: Gunz N' Butta.

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God bless the kid
20 L's
I bought out that 2012
"Hey girl" she ignored me, I'm like "Honey, hell"
What up money? I'm Cam,
but I know money well
Sniff me, that money smell, cologne juke
Chrome coupe, before towns Killa had his own stoops
Now I'm shaving coke on an amazing boat
I don't know what to say to folks.
from the 6 train
Took the 5th lane, where I get brain
Yeah, get brain, shit mane
Can't hear y'all niggas
Closed caption
Been places, spent faces
Y'all big babies, blame Davis
You ain't that one team
Bruce Leroy glow
Y'all need sunscreen
American greed shit'll turn you
Into the worst type
Lock like Madoff
die like Kirk Wright
You'll get more dirty when
Your collar and shirt white
Rose
Backstreet Boy *NSYNC like Lou Perlman
I'm the 6th member as long as the crew earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my break
Sosa wars I'm feeling like Big
On stage, boxers and Timbs
red put that track up
Move 8-balls, play pool? Well nigga rack up
Hit the white with all soda
Terrorizing the streets in the Viper or Cobra
New Louis Vuitton sneaks with spikes all over
Crib on some kid shit, my Nikes all over
Small purchase, next time I'll re-bigger
Fitted low dark shades like I don't see niggas
Getting dough like I don't need niggas
Didn't know that crime pays?
Well look at Flea nigga!
Fortune 500, we read niggas
Wall Street Journals
American Greed
Lot of dough to be made, shit
I agree, nigga
Summertime, True Religion jeans
Is capris nigga
Julius Earving whip her: I'm a 6er
Rucker Park mixer, with the rock I fix ya
Ball at Bar Mitzvahs
miss is off the Richter
Ricky Ricardo laugh at ya
Get your chicks up
I got a full house
I leave chicks
With a full mouth
Cage open: who let the bull out?
violence and drugs
I'm what the hood about
Vado got a vision that's so raw
Say no more. Rewind: he remind me of me in '04
Maybe it's our habitat, maddest clap
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, imagine that
Lenox Ave graduate in fact
And if you seen me in the
Louis
blowing Oowee
Right hand should salute me
Sam Bowie
Scram, Scoobie
Tan Gucci
Scary Movie

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