[Chorus]

If only you...could let me in

I know that love...it would begin

If only I...could rap to you

I know this love...would capture you, yeah!

Dont you wanna ride? [x4]



[Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat]

Killa! Uh!

This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that

hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont

man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it,

let me tell you!



[Verse 1]



Yo my mommy Toy, was my pride and joy

She would drive the toys, plus ride the boy

To supply the boys, I got it live from Kroy

Yes a 9 in boys, wore a 5 in boys

Over the chick shit, I shoot 5 with Roy

Now I load the fo' five, Shoot 5 at Roy

Ain't like my job, or guys I employ

Lifestyle I enjoy, but Im the livest, doy! (doy)

A Hustler and Cam famous?

You damn anus, I dunno but I can't change it

Can't paint it, pop it, champagne it

Stop it, car drop it, it look dull, damn paint it

She would throw a pout, how I'm showin' out

How I'm out goin', But dont be goin' out

It's things to know about, when you got dough and clout

Ways to move, know the route, baby girl close your mouth

Cuz I feed you well, every sneaker held

You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chanelle (breathe)

Karl Lagerfeld, acting like Gargamel

For the car copped the cell, and the bar, stop at hell

'Wrong wit you? she said whats wrong with you?

Always got a song to do, can't get along its true

So I skipped marriage, bought her six carrats

Rather die that nigga than to live average



[Chorus]

If only you...could let me in

I know that love...it would begin

If only I...could rap to you

I know this love...would capture you, yeah!

Dont you wann ride? [x4]



[Cam'Ron]

Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it!



Yo! Yo! Uh!

Lookin' back on school, arts and crafts

Fuck half the staff, beat up half the class

I was like Dr. Dre though, I have to laugh

Nigga wit an attitude, meet me +after math+

Had her half and half

Not a drink, 2 chicks that flip acid fast, the half of taf

You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh

You after me? Huh, I'm after cash

I'm on I-80, though with my baby

Whole ride hazy, tell her don't drive crazy

I got plans for you, look in the sky baby

Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith, you the pie lady (thats you)

Fly lady, G2, Fly baby, gee you why baby

Please boo whats your size crazy?

Don Juan it, when I'm in the foreign

Almond drop top, my charm is alarmin'

I was alertin' her, just to re-insert in her

That I would leave Earth wit her, huh I can't interpret her

She got mad I leaned over, I'm mercin' her

Said when I do dirt wit her, the only time I flirt with her

Not to be V.I., but this is B.I. Bia

Me and G.I., be watched by the P.I.'s

See why we can't finish together

I'd rather do buisness than pleasure, and thats real!



[Chorus]

If only you...could let me in

I know that love...it would begin

If only I...could rap to you

I know this love...would capture you, yeah!

Dont you wanna ride [to fade out]