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.
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Cam'ron Lyrics
Take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Uh, uh, Killa Cam.
Mama used to say live your life.
Federica,
Live your life.
Eh yo, Cam, this rap shit.
How you know I love games?
It's like I got a habit.
Gotta keep the drug game.
Why?
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing.
Eh yo, what you think, lame nigga, I feel the same.
'Cause I be outside, nigga, cocaine and me.
But if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me.
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me,
'Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery.
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black?
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that.
When y'all got knocked, y'all was dying in jail.
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail,
Acting like criminals, y'all some fake generals.
What you know about bail being more than ten thousand?
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates,
And the tubes of Colgate.
Two and four states, yeah, I can verify;
Man, a nigga never lie.
Go 'head wit' your killer schemes.
Nah, we gotta iller dreams.
Land in the Philippines, I got about four mil' a piece.
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team,
And they keep frontin'.
Are they gonna jump me too?
I wish they would
Jump me, please, jump me too.
That's what I'm sayin with y'all.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity,
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Now when it's time to chill out
I might pull the silks out,
But I'll do your body good 'cause you know I'm illed out.
I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out,
'Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about.
Well, what you want baby, a description of me?
I'm frontin' with the ladies, having you picture me.
Well, I'm tattooed out, with a scroll of my fam,
And the long sliky hair with the bow-legged stands.
You in my V, in the rear, on the low from your man.
Yo, I do many things, but I ain't holdin' your hand.
Do you know how to scuba?
I got a house in Aruba.
But you keep it on low 'cause my spouse got a Ruger.
Yo, you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor,
'Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit' the hooters.
Get out my house, 'cause I will shoota.
Federica, I will step to her.
Senorita know how I maneuver.
Mamasita sip margarita.
Messin' with Cam you get punched in your mouth.
Only key you ever had was the one to your house.
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones.
You think Cam's nice? He's a son of a gun.
'Cause I have heaters before them sneakers;
When Run had Adidas, and reefer was cheeba.
Although I'm an entity,
All those crooked crooks down town remember me.
Second home, one hundred tenth street.
Yo Cam, you violent.
You remind me of your daddy.
Eh yo, don't you really mean my three dads?
Ow mom, stop.
Why you hittin' me? Stop.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Uh, uh, Killa Cam.
Mama used to say live your life.
Federica,
Live your life.
Eh yo, Cam, this rap shit.
How you know I love games?
Gotta keep the drug game.
Why?
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing.
Eh yo, what you think, lame nigga, I feel the same.
'Cause I be outside, nigga, cocaine and me.
But if it ain't about money, then it ain't about me.
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me,
'Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery.
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black?
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that.
When y'all got knocked, y'all was dying in jail.
The way you keep on calling, crying for bail,
Acting like criminals, y'all some fake generals.
What you know about bail being more than ten thousand?
Peep the old way, how I done sold cake
Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates,
And the tubes of Colgate.
Two and four states, yeah, I can verify;
Man, a nigga never lie.
Go 'head wit' your killer schemes.
Nah, we gotta iller dreams.
Land in the Philippines, I got about four mil' a piece.
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team,
And they keep frontin'.
Are they gonna jump me too?
I wish they would
Jump me, please, jump me too.
That's what I'm sayin with y'all.
Monkey see, monkey do.
Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity,
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this just my family.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Now when it's time to chill out
I might pull the silks out,
But I'll do your body good 'cause you know I'm illed out.
I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out,
'Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about.
Well, what you want baby, a description of me?
I'm frontin' with the ladies, having you picture me.
Well, I'm tattooed out, with a scroll of my fam,
And the long sliky hair with the bow-legged stands.
You in my V, in the rear, on the low from your man.
Yo, I do many things, but I ain't holdin' your hand.
Do you know how to scuba?
I got a house in Aruba.
But you keep it on low 'cause my spouse got a Ruger.
Yo, you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor,
'Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit' the hooters.
Get out my house, 'cause I will shoota.
Federica, I will step to her.
Senorita know how I maneuver.
Mamasita sip margarita.
Messin' with Cam you get punched in your mouth.
Only key you ever had was the one to your house.
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones.
You think Cam's nice? He's a son of a gun.
'Cause I have heaters before them sneakers;
When Run had Adidas, and reefer was cheeba.
Although I'm an entity,
All those crooked crooks down town remember me.
Second home, one hundred tenth street.
Yo Cam, you violent.
You remind me of your daddy.
Eh yo, don't you really mean my three dads?
Ow mom, stop.
Why you hittin' me? Stop.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Mama used to say take your time, young man.
Mama used to say don't you rush to get old.
Mama used to say take it in your stride.
Mama used to say live your life, live your life.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CAMERON GILES, JUNIOR GISCOMBE, ROBERT CARTER, DAVIN VANDERPOOL, STEVEN STANLEY, ADRIAN BELEW, CHRIS FRANTZ, TINA WEYMOUTH
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