Cameron Ezike Giles (born February 4, 1976 in Harlem, New York), better kno… Read Full Bio ↴Cameron Ezike Giles (born February 4, 1976 in Harlem, New York), better known as Cam'ron or Killa Cam, is an American rapper, actor, co-founder of Diplomat Records and of the group The Diplomats, also known as Dipset. He began his musical career in 1994, rapping alongside Big L, Mase and his cousin Bloodshed in a group called Children Of The Corn. The group dissolved after Bloodshed's death in a car accident in 1997. However, Cam'ron continued to rap, and he released his solo debut album, Confessions of Fire, in 1998. He has since released 2000's S.D.E, 2002's Come Home With Me, 2004's Purple Haze, 2006's Killa Season and 2009's Crime Pays.
Cam'ron made his acting debut on the 2002 film Paid in Full, where he played the character Rico, who is based on former Harlem drug dealer Alpo. In 2006, Cam'ron would return to his acting career and make his debut in screen writing in his movie Killa Season. Cam'ron plays a high school basketball player who eventually drops out of high school to begin his own drug ring. The movie was released in 2006, simultaneous with the Killa Season album.
Cam'ron made his acting debut on the 2002 film Paid in Full, where he played the character Rico, who is based on former Harlem drug dealer Alpo. In 2006, Cam'ron would return to his acting career and make his debut in screen writing in his movie Killa Season. Cam'ron plays a high school basketball player who eventually drops out of high school to begin his own drug ring. The movie was released in 2006, simultaneous with the Killa Season album.
357
Cam'ron Lyrics
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All my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas back Uptown baby, Lennox Ave
My oyes on Broadway all day, uh c'mon
Ayo, you love the way I rep black, step the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig back, get your shit snatched
Get your ribs cracked, got a frontin' habit, kick that
Get that, sit back, school shit, skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the (?)
Begin with a stitch, end in a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in six
See they all say V-12
But you see me with it, TV's in it
BBs kitted
Ask who it is, you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
How 'bout the Palladium?
Fuck it, Yankees Stadium, uh
Play people, jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle
You not a threat
You want it you gotta bet
I'll leave your mama and your papa wet
Nigga, when I'm upset
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family, make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about
I grew wit' it (uh)
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like, um nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam, why you act like that?
Shut up nigga, clack, clack, clack
Pat, pat, pat
Rat, tat, tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga, I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the chancletas
Or the black boots, jumpin' out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls (?) 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas, tease 'em
Bitches, please 'em
When I'm out of town, yo my pants got a crease 'em
All calls valid, never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stylist
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
What's up?
(What the fuck is wrong with you?)
Man, fuck that, it's not a game, man
(Yo, you ain't gotta be ryhmin' for niggas like that)
Man fuck them niggas, B
(Yo, you know what you do)
What?
(Tell these niggas the real deal, alright?)
Aight, check it
Ayo, I'm quicker than (?), cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack, huh?
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy, I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might get you a ten year bid, life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hunnid pack
But nowadays I'm a owner and you a running back
You got to understand, baby, I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street, but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnappings and hostages
So, y'all better obey, uh
We shoot pro way, uh
Mess with us no way, uh
Now go 'head go play
My BK niggas back Uptown baby, Lennox Ave
My oyes on Broadway all day, uh c'mon
Ayo, you love the way I rep black, step the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig back, get your shit snatched
Get that, sit back, school shit, skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks
Girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit
Had to tap a chin with a fist
When the (?)
Begin with a stitch, end in a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in six
See they all say V-12
But you see me with it, TV's in it
BBs kitted
Ask who it is, you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
How 'bout the Palladium?
Fuck it, Yankees Stadium, uh
Play people, jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jigg you with a AIDS needle
You not a threat
You want it you gotta bet
I'll leave your mama and your papa wet
Nigga, when I'm upset
I'll go another route
Kidnap your family, make you brother eat your mother out
After I done dug her out
Needles to drug her out
Pillows to smother out
You don't give a fuck about, I'm what a thug about
I grew wit' it (uh)
Your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man he's like, um nothing to do with it
I know you pack like that
But Cam, why you act like that?
Shut up nigga, clack, clack, clack
Pat, pat, pat
Rat, tat, tat
Put fear 'fore envy
Nigga, I'm not in fear of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with the Don's cheddar
See Jimmy Jones frontin' in the chancletas
Or the black boots, jumpin' out to act cool
Cars never lease 'em
Girls (?) 'em
My man and his wifey want me down with the threesome
Niggas, tease 'em
Bitches, please 'em
When I'm out of town, yo my pants got a crease 'em
All calls valid, never hard mallet
Dallas
Been up in you favorite star's stylist
Coward
Bite on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank Un though
Coulda made you run though
Been at your front door
Gun hold for fun though
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
What's up?
(What the fuck is wrong with you?)
Man, fuck that, it's not a game, man
(Yo, you ain't gotta be ryhmin' for niggas like that)
Man fuck them niggas, B
(Yo, you know what you do)
What?
(Tell these niggas the real deal, alright?)
Aight, check it
Ayo, I'm quicker than (?), cook up the crack
Every time you look up a gat
Got you shook up attack, huh?
Look in the back, nah
The guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check
On this work of the rap
Now I'm not saying what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy, I carry guns, you know the big type
The kind that might get you a ten year bid, life
And I was just like y'all flippin' hunnid pack
But nowadays I'm a owner and you a running back
You got to understand, baby, I'm done with the crack
I get pure white coke from Columbian cats
Or the cocaine plan
Leave your whole brain dead
Light this herb
Don't mean to disturb
Never been to Sesame Street, but I flip a big bird
And I know stealers and they not from Pittsburgh
No kids rapping or ostriches
Just kidnappings and hostages
So, y'all better obey, uh
We shoot pro way, uh
Mess with us no way, uh
Now go 'head go play
The song "357" by Cam'ron is a rap song about street life and gang activity in Harlem, New York. From the beginning of the song, Cam'ron addresses his fellow Harlem and Brooklyn residents, inviting them to come together on Lennox Ave. He then goes on to rap about his reputation and the respect he demands; he warns anyone who might cross him to "step the f*** back" before he unleashes his aggression. The rest of the song is an explicit declaration of the thug life he lives, complete with descriptions of his drug-related crime, violent behavior, and mistreatment of women. Despite the graphic content, the driving beat, and Cam'ron's undeniable delivery make "357" a memorable track from the early 2000s.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cameron Giles, Darrell Branch, Pete Carpenter, Michael Post
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@jcoms425
Whos watching in 2024?
@michaelwells5320
Camron should remake this video with mase. Can see was supposed to be mase in video but with everything that happened. Would have been so much better too. Itiswhatitis.
@cshorty9387
Cam and Mase.💯
@Longevitywealthyjourney2024
Mase doing them New York dancing in background !$!
@RDoubt96
The budgets for videos were insane back then. Cam’ron was a rookie with a Ferrari, Tommy Davidson, and a chase scene with helicopters in one video.
@nickelbus7596
Right 🤣
@4partmedia
This shit WAS a movie 😂
@Majority-Minded_Minority-Media
🎯💯🥶🦾
@rapgamepapi
These guys had movie stars in they music videos during the Rap City era 🔥🔥🔥
@q-borocutz3558
Facts