Cam'ron » Halftime Show Lyrics
[Intro]
Killa, Dipset
Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0})
I got to be the best livin' man (you already know)
Holla at me
[Verse 1]
Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy"
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get a knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the donzinna
The don of don play the dug-out like donzimma
I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
[Verse 2]
Man you know how I line my backs
With they diamond crack
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell vikitins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fuck with those grills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
Fuck Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
Killa, Dipset
Check my stats man (seventy-eight and O {78-0})
I got to be the best livin' man (you already know)
Holla at me
[Verse 1]
Like Alex Trebek, you're in "Jeopardy"
Yesiree, got the recipe
Give ya a tech, but nope, not a referee
Like Wyclef, I'm a refugee, rollie-wear
Cocky, don't play hockey, but have your mommy goalie gear
See the ice, grab the stick, hit the break pads
Get a knee pads, penalty, face mask
I face grab the don enter the donzinna
The don of don play the dug-out like donzimma
I hang wit Steinbrenner just to get my cash turn
I call my car Jamal, it get "Mashburn"
Crashburn, rest in peace, Dale Earnhardt
My cousin died the same way, hit that turn hard
So I stack from the gamblin'
Drop cash in the phantom
Play "DIPSET, DIPSET" yeah, the National Anthem
Drive the seven series, to the World Series
I'm so serious I want the whole world
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
[Verse 2]
Man you know how I line my backs
With they diamond crack
They slang to the rack, through the legs, behind the back
Wanna play for my team? Come sign the track
Treat you like a sprinter, I find the track
If you hype I got hyper men, Spiderman
In Minnesota my Vikings sell vikitins
I got clients connects, my alliance respect
I'm like New York football, Giants on Jets
Even Buffalo Bills, my deals up in those mills
But I still cop keys, fuck with those grills
Yeah, up in those hills, where they have chosen to feel
The face dive in the snow, nose in they grill
I be with Don King, if you a fighter, good
Fuck Tiger Woods, it's tigers in the hood
So come test the birdie, if ya stretched the dirty
Give ya your Quarterback like Testaverde
[Chorus x2]
Man I got to be the best livin'
That's a givin', check my stats
This the halftime show, what could mess wit that
Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
What's ya name huh? Killa Cam' Killa Cam'
