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.
Harlem Streets
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Aye yo you know I've been all over
the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
(Let) me break it down man
We tie dynamite to the rhino type
Whine you might find yo sight
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, Ill shine ya
My mind design, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg Kris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
Im a hit my man, tell em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long list a dons
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful
[Chorus]
Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year
Cop a boat, hop a layer
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
The tech with the septa, receptive affiliates
Hectic, heckle a cock, Helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon be embedded in jail
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, Bo, Chubs milk
Poochi, Baba, but got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog ? rap is my aim
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
And when I rap it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
No timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stash box, just one time?
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
They want that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips
[Chorus]
Cam'ron's song Harlem Streets is a vivid portrayal of street life in Harlem, New York. Throughout the song, Cam'ron raps about drug dealing, money, and the danger of his lifestyle. He begins by emphasizing how there is no place like Harlem, where people are living in proximity to danger and illicit activity. Cam'ron goes on to describe his involvement in dealing drugs, selling information, and living life on the edge. He also references his mother and girlfriend, who he tries to protect by providing them with material possessions, such as pearls.
As the song progresses, Cam'ron expresses his desire for success but acknowledges the danger associated with his lifestyle. He raps about his success in the drug trade and the steps he takes to avoid getting caught, including using amnesia as a defense mechanism. He also alludes to his time spent in jail and the fear of being caught with drugs or guns. Throughout the song, Cam'ron emphasizes the risks and consequences of living the life of a drug dealer.
Overall, Harlem Streets is a powerful and honest depiction of the dangers of street life. Cam'ron's lyrics are raw and visceral, painting a vivid picture of the harsh realities that many people face living in impoverished areas.
Line by Line Meaning
We tie dynamite to the rhino type
We use powerful tactics to enforce our control
Whine you might find yo sight
You could lose everything if you oppose us
Sell the information for a dime a white, that China China
We engage in illegal activities to make a profit
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
I sell drugs to underage kids for personal gain
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, Ill shine ya
I take advantage of vulnerable people for their possessions
My mind design, you a dime, I dine ya
I manipulate and charm women for my own pleasure
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
I objectify women and value physical appearance over personality
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
I am sexually aggressive and objectify women
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her
I engage in rough and disrespectful sexual behavior
Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
I use material possessions and manipulation to control women
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
I exploit women for money by selling fake jewelry
Gotta get it right ma, we gon get along
If women play their role, we can both benefit financially
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong
Don't worry about morals, just focus on making money
First visit warn, day job tick a tron
We use legitimate jobs as a cover for our illegal activities
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg Kris and Don
We sell counterfeit products on the streets for profit
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
We work with family members to increase profit
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this shits the bomb
We sell drugs to make money, regardless of the consequences
Im a hit my man, tell em you my bigga pawn
I use people as pawns in my illegal activities
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
We have connections and influence in the community
And they father come from a long list a dons
We have connections to the Mafia and organized crime
And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
I buy and sell drugs for a profit
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
I deny knowledge or involvement in illegal activity if caught
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
I am telling the truth about the harsh reality of the streets
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful
I come from a tough environment where survival is a challenge
Why I feel like I'm loosin' weight?
I am struggling financially and physically
Why I ain't got no money? If I'm movin' weight
Despite selling drugs, I am not making enough money
My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year
I am constantly looking for ways to increase my income
Cop a boat, hop a layer
I want to own luxury items and show off my wealth
Now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs
I can afford expensive clothes and shoes now
You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
You too can have these things if you work hard enough
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I am confident and resilient despite my struggles
I made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearls
I take care of my family and provide for them
When a nigga under the world
I come from a place where poverty and violence are rampant
Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
My success has drawn attention and imitators
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
I have multiple women in my life but do not commit to any of them
Specially equities, wreckin' we smile
We are ruthless and enjoy causing destruction for profit
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile
We use advanced technology to carry out our illegal activities
The tech with the septa, receptive affiliates
We have a network of associates who help us carry out our operations
Hectic, heckle a cock, Helicopters on the set of my sales
We attract attention and cause chaos, but are still successful in our operations
Nah, I ain't gon be embedded in jail
I try to avoid getting caught and serving time in prison
Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog
Being imprisoned and having to socialize with criminals is a harsh reality
I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
I have made connections and dealt with corrupt law enforcement
And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit
I was in charge and made a lot of money in my neighborhood
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
I exploit women for my own pleasure and satisfaction
Go to the gun show, get gun happy
I am not afraid of violence and might use it to obtain what I want
Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Violence and crime are present in my environment
Tone flint sticks, Bo, Chubs milk
I use coded language to talk about illegal activities
Poochi, Baba, but got the hardest shells
I associate with dangerous people who are heavily armed
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga
We are a group that profits from the sale and distribution of firearms
Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
We will use violence to take what we want from others
See dog ? rap is my aim
I use music as a platform to communicate my lifestyle and experiences
But I'm a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the game
I am a hustler and cannot escape the lifestyle and environment I come from
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains
The environment and experiences I have endured affect me deeply
It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
I made my money from selling drugs, not from my music
Look dog, don't be askin' for dames
Don't interfere with my relationships or my business
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shit
Mind your own business and take care of yourself
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
I am always on the go and under pressure to make money
No timeouts homeboy, just one time
I cannot afford to make mistakes and risk getting caught
If they find that stash box, just one time?
If the police find my drugs, I am in big trouble
Shit, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
The police will use dogs to search for my drugs
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuck
Getting caught is a terrifying and unpleasant experience
They want that button, lunge it and push it
The police will do whatever it takes to find and arrest me
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes
I will try to flee and avoid getting caught by the police
That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
I am skilled at evading the police and avoiding detection
Take my chances, one on one with the K9
I am willing to risk getting caught by the police
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips
I will use violence to silence anyone who snitches on me
Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips
I do not care if people do not like or support me, as long as I make money
Lyrics © FOX MUSIC, INC.
Written by: CALDWELL, CAMERON GILES, MIKE POST
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