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.
Dipset
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Uh, c'mon (yeah)
Uh, fuck with your boy (yeah)
It's Santana
Heatmakerz, where we at?
Let me see you do this
Killa, Jim, Freekey (uh)
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November (yeah)
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course)
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (please, yeah)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah)
I run up on 'em with the pound and light it
Like, "It's my block now, all right kid?" (Whoa)
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
And I got back to my business (uh-huh), back to my bitches (uh-huh)
Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah)
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' (what?)
Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'ma get it, fuck it we goin' in, hey
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Yeah, now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope
It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
.45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for takin' over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way (what?)
Jose or Hector Camacho (never)
TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ayy
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Clockin' math, man
I'm with you Santana
This the union right here
Let's do it one time
Dipset bitch
You know you can't fuck with the boy (okay)
Killa, Killa, Killa
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?)
You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down
I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, "What now?"
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real)
Yes, they kissin' cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul)
That shit's disgustin'
Keep the chickens cluckin', keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothin'
Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' (not at all)
You fuckin' with Pablo (uh)
Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
The song "Dipset" by Cam'ron and Juelz Santana paints a vivid picture of street life, where survival depends on staying high and always being ready for a fight. Both rappers delve into their experiences on the streets of Harlem, where they continually prove themselves as being some of the best in the game. The first verse of the song sets the tone for the rest of the song, with both artists using vivid imagery to describe what it's like to be from where they're from. "Today's a new day," Cam'ron raps, "got the boo-lay up in the suitcase. Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya. Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November. I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up."
As the song progresses, the artists delve deeper into the realities of street life. Santana raps, "Yeah, now I see death around the corner. Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny n***as die? Nope. It's the city where the skinny n***as ride, yeah. .45 semi on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive, yeah." Ultimately, the song is a display of the artists' own talents, as well as an homage to the world they come from.
Overall, "Dipset" is a song about life on the streets, delivered by two artists who have lived it. The lyrics touch on everything from the hustle to the violence, all while remaining true to the unique sound of Harlem rap.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, Dipset (let's do it)
Let's start this song, we are the Dipset crew!
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
I'm heading out with some drugs to sell in Harlem.
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course)
I need some female company for the night, and some drugs to sell.
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please)
Call the girl I'm seeing, and ask her to come over.
See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah)
I see some guys making money in a neighborhood that I like.
Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
I shot one of the guys with my gun, and it rang in his ear.
Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah)
Back to making drugs in the kitchen.
Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
I'm sorry, but this is the lifestyle I have chosen.
And this is how I'ma get it, fuck it we goin' in, hey
This is how I'm going to make money, and I don't care about the risks.
Now I see death around the corner
I know that death could come at any time.
It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
This is a city where even skinny guys are tough.
.45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah
These guys drive with guns and are ready to shoot.
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
Let's take a moment to remember and honor Biggie and Tupac.
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way (what?)
Nobody can mess with me, I'm that good.
You know you can't fuck with the boy (okay)
You know I'm untouchable and unbeatable.
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
I'm in Chicago looking for some jewelry or a woman to take home.
And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?)
If I find what I'm looking for, it will feel like I scored a touchdown.
You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down
We have been in touch, but when I get back we should hang out.
Chicks is dicks they suckin'
The women are very promiscuous and willing to do anything for money.
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real)
They will even perform sexual acts with their relatives.
This on my wrist is nothin'
The impressive watch on my wrist means nothing to me.
You fuckin' with Pablo (uh)
You're dealing with someone who has a reputation for being a drug lord.
Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to
These are the names of other drug dealers I associate with.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Sam Dees, Laron L. James, Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Seon D. Thomas
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@stevenpatterson7954
They Need A Documentary on this era it doesn't get enough credit. 🔥💯
@dubdeuce1517
The documentary Backstage was pretty cool. But I believe this was a bit after that. Like a 3 year window. Sounds about right.
@kingkongdollars3175
This was my fucking era i sold so much fucking weed it wasnt funny.
@SandStormXII
💯🎶
@Jimmyfly215
steven patterson 2000-05 did it for me. 90s and early 2000s will always be my golden era
@Jimmyfly215
Ali Chaudhry the Roc, Dipset, State Property. From DMX to Ludacris, from Eminem and 50 with the Aftermath crew, Nas, the list goes on. It was truly the golden era in my opinion.
@dees.9777
This beat will never get old 🔥🔥🔥🔥.Still playing it in 2023
@subzero308
talk to these mfs
@nastynavvy64
U feel me 🔥
@stephan4750
Bro , sunday 23:24. 5 Hours Till work . In the middle of germany ❤