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Cam'ron featuring Jaheim - Lord You Know (2004) - With Song Lyrics, Video and Free MP3 Download.


  Cam'ron featuring Jaheim ~ "Lord You Know"  








Year: 2004
RecordLabel: Roc a Fella 002668
ChartPosition: R&B #81





Okay, Dipset, let`s do it y`all

Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it rights
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know

With my muscle you`ll be dazzled but hustlin`s a hassle
Percuset, Demorel, capsules of paxil
Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
Bitches might burn you, they runnin` with that clap too

But the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated
Who had it confiscated, hate it
When they take powder, up-state he take showers
Baby mom on greyhound for eight hours

See her man face to face through a glass
on the phone, ten years he got chasin` that cash
And he had the game in a smash
Fell like the towers when the planes went on crash

It wasn`t 9/11 but it was 9-1-1
Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
I told him get his nine and run
Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb, that`s too long

Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it rights
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know

Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said, I can`t breeze through
The fourty if I cop bottles, we can`t believe you
Me who? Please boo, landin` in that G2
Same color as beef stew, favorite letters, GQ

That`s me, true, peach blue, Hebrew
Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fee stoop, steep whoo
But it might lead to, that R2-D2, the mobsters creep through
We da new PE, shittin` PU

To da hood y`all don`t need me, I need you
`Cause my mission`s insane, you couldn`t vision the pain
Always a snitch in the game, what you want, prison or fame?
Neither one dun, long as my digits are sane

He lookin` frigid, dig it make sure them digits get changed
(Why?)
`Cause I can`t be in hell`s cell, shout out to Mell` Mel
Cash and hell rell, Zeke doin` three, he even fell, hell
He comin` home a `07 and 12 cells
(I got `em)

`Cause you musta known, I can`t trust the phones
For the dough you`ll be like d`oh, stuck at home

Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it rights
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know

Nowadays dog they raid up in the ballparks
Blaze `em when they cross sharks
We raiders of da lost ark
I`m like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs

They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box
More props, R.I.P. my poor pops
Can`t see his son shine like the Four Tops
My antennas will block the scanners
(What else?)

I got blammaz you`ll drop ya hammers
Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras
Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch grandma
In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa
Now look at killa, you gon` watch Santana

Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
To live my life and get it rights
Trying to see some light or even better
Way over way a new day, someday
Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
It gets better I know, tell you, I know



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