[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 dont want the phone act

She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit



[Chorus 4X: Notorious B.I.G.]



Cause the streets is a short stop

Either you slangin' crack-rock

or you got a wicked jump shot



[Verse 2]

Yo, yo, ayo

Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool

But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"

Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'

See me on broadway, know what im buyin'

Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n

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

Till one of the workers pulled