Songtext Sport drugs and entertainment von Cam'Ron

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Sport drugs and entertainment

(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 don't want the phone act
She don't condone it, Cam don't 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 a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
See what happen', stopped the crackin'
Start rappin', quit the clappin'

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that i became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but
Yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game,
For dat fame
Throwa Untertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arrainment, Killa

(Chorus)

(Cam'Ron)
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Dis a problem for they environment, killa
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arraignment

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(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 don't want the phone act 
She don't condone it, Cam don't 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 a small case 
Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced 
I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin 
A slow case n', verdict probation 
Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that 
Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack" 
See what happen', stopped the crackin' 
Start rappin', quit the clappin'

(Chorus)

[Verse 3] 
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime 
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme 
So in that i became more curious 
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious 
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes 
CEO's heard, now here come big cake 
But one cat said Cam you better recoup 
Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop 
But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot 
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop 
Money more the clutch, money more the touch 
I don't just rhyme I own liquor stores and such, but 
Yeah 
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game 
Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game, 
For dat fame 
Throwa Untertainment 
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment 
Till the arrainment, Killa

(Chorus)

(Cam'Ron) 
That's how it go on my block 
Mad props, let off mad shots 
All my peoples out there tryin' it 
Dis a problem for they environment, killa 
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment 
Till the arraignment