Cam'ron ft Hell Rell,JR Writer,Jim Jones-Get em daddy(remix)

See the problem is i aint goin nowhere,you can shoot at me,you can stab at me,take your best shot,suck a dick no homo REMIX!!!!

[Hell Rell]
My flow is novocain, my bars is hurricane (katrina)
I got hella cane, mack in the melon Range
Hop out & shells exchange, I wanna see these niggas die, die!
Make they moms feel hella pain
Walk around like I got a broom in my pant's
Nah thats a fuckin AK, heavy tool in my pant's, damn
man these cowards better stay in they lane
And if they ain't gettin the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain, there in my ring
You musta wrote ya will aready if you sayin are names
Hell - Rell, mister ruger ruger, i'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girls you double dutchin hoola hoopa
Hop, skippin and jumpin, glock, clip & the dumpin

[JR Writer]
Listen i'm quite known, nice chrome'll cyclone niggas
Ya sight blown, right on my white stone splitter
Left hand bling, the right won't shiver
Stallion, medallion a ice cold picture
The white stone flipper
That white tone, nites home gettin rid of the weight like lipo mister
This psycho sicker, that ain't crack in ya pen
You got a rat as a friend, like Michael on Thriller (stupid)
This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at it's best
No rapper could impress, man i'm crack right out the ject's
You rappin incorrect, but it's lookin like a movie shoot
How they sendin all these damn actors at the set

[Jim Jones]
Its goes.. Get Em' Daddy
Told niggas they sick in flabby (they washed up)
Young, fly, rich & every nigga with me pack heat (we balling!!)
Somebodys snapping pictures at me
Plus I know I got the FBI sick of me
The cash, the jewels and how we buy exquisite keys
Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath full of reefa
And ya boy stay fly like he was dressing for Easter (we rock stars)
A big pochote, Capo the heffay
Back and fourth for court case the drop in expressway (wowwww)
It's Dipset Byrd Gang we fly high
And chart the G4 we gettin high in the sky
You fuckers

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backland
Pa acting, ha-ha, who they think they car jackin?
You dumpin? then dump, I slump? then I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant - the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, hud' six threw me back
A few they clapped, but I ate those, them shits is Scooby snacks
I ain't see stars.. I'm a G pa
Threw the Lamb in six, drove to the ER
Had to make it hot, I feel like Pac
I know it's set up, them old niggas know i'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no AYE B.. I OWE YOU.. WHY BE?
That'll get em' up in I C U
Like I'll SEE YOU at the B-P, shot em' off G-P
Gun from V-A, P-A down in D.C.
D-O-A if u short up on my P-C
C-74 switched em' over to P's SEE
Like Chuck D, we the O6 P-E (why they mad)
Me WHY?, I'm in a O6 G-T
All about them G's B
We the B-G, Byrd Gang Dipset D-I-P SEE
Like KRS-One, the great B-D-P
You wanna join the crew then u must SEE ME, FLEE
...Get Em' Daddy!

Got her mami
You my Gotham Bonnie
Cuz i'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
Get Em' Daddy!
honey smile
don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah yeah two hundred twenty thou
Get Em' Daddy!