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.
Roc
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Just blazin' this shit, ya heard?
It's ya main man
I'm back niggaz, holla
My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no joke
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We get low, when the dough low, get it back
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man
And line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
What chu want the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I house niggaz on the narrowest block
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
(Killa, Killa)
Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock
Christian Dior, BCBG round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say "Killa feed me feed me"
Calm down ma, easy easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me
You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
Niggaz want to despise the team
Rocafella
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
Killa, easy
Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka
In Cam'ron's song The Roc, the rapper emphasizes his unchanging personality by stating that he is stuck in his ways. He mentions Nike Airs, sweats, and Taurus to depict his street style. Cam'ron also highlights his tough exterior and willingness to face his enemies, mentioning blowing smoke in their faces and emptying clips on them. He is confident in his criminal lifestyle, claiming to know how to fill a van with killers and keep a stash box for his weapons. He also talks about his drug trafficking business, claiming to turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000, and that he is buying everything without even browsing. Cam'ron also touches on his position as someone who runs the Rocafella team and how they handle things when they need to pop off.
The underlying meaning of the song is about Cam'ron's life in the streets as a drug dealer and his loyalty to his team. The song's message is centered around the idea that you do whatever it takes to survive in the street life, and Cam'ron is no exception. He boasts about his ruthlessness and his ability to strategize in difficult situations.
Line by Line Meaning
My break I'm fresh off it
I'm coming back after a break and I'm feeling rejuvenated
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
I stay true to myself and don't conform to others' expectations
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
I'm comfortable in my own style and I always stay armed for protection
But I'm-a do it for my enemies
I won't let my enemies bring me down and I'll continue to succeed despite their efforts
They want to end my chill, want to see what that villa be
My enemies want to ruin my peaceful life and see me fall
Now what that sound like?
Can you imagine the consequences of their actions?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
They know I'm not afraid to use a gun and they should be cautious
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
I'm involved in illegal activities where drugs are transformed and concealed
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel
Don't mess with me or I'll confront you with a loaded weapon
I live this way it's real dog no joke
My lifestyle is genuine and serious, not a joke or act
Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels
I disrespect my enemies by blowing smoke in their faces and vandalizing their property
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
I control the drug trade by abusing customers, eliminating competition, and taking over territories
Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch
I will disrupt your drug supply and gossip about your significant other
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
I'm back to assert my dominance and defend what's rightfully mine
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds sixty
I have a team of loyal and well-equipped individuals who are ready to fight
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
I will fight relentlessly, regardless of experience or rank
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
Warn your crew that I'm armed with a gun that is loaded with two magazines
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
I won't abandon my neighborhood, they rely on me for support
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
I'm confident in my abilities and I challenge anyone who doubts me
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
Although we engage in illegal activities, we maintain a sophisticated and diplomatic lifestyle
We get low, when the dough low, get it back
When our finances are low, we lay low and quickly find a way to replenish our funds
Here is something you can't understand
I'm about to explain something that may be difficult for you to comprehend
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
I have a strong loyalty to my crew and I'm willing to commit violence on their behalf
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
My crew and I are the most successful and respected individuals in our area
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
We control the area completely and have authority over everyone in it
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
We intimidate and overpower anyone who opposes us
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Listen closely, I will teach you how to transport illegal goods in a van
Up with killers man
I associate with dangerous individuals
And line the trunk
We place illegal items in the trunk of the van
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
We have a hidden compartment in the van where we store firearms
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
Our leader will guide you and break you down mentally and physically
What chu want the dope or the weed?
What kind of drugs or illegal substances are you looking to purchase?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
Do you prefer the drugs to be packaged in small containers or bags?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
Should I be armed with a MAC-10 machine pistol or a standard magazine-fed handgun?
Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
Yes, we'll return that stolen Bentley, but be careful as you approach us with aggression
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
We possess a firearm that has a high stopping power and will incapacitate anyone who challenges us
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
We will humiliate and intimidate you by mocking your confidence and fashion sense
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
I'm known as an aggressive and dominant figure in the neighborhood
I bully niggaz on the broadest streets
I assert my authority and intimidate others in the busiest areas
I house niggaz on the narrowest block
Even in the smallest and most secluded areas, I assert my dominance over others
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
You should familiarize yourself with the consequences of provoking me
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
After the gunfire stops and the smoke dissipates
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here)
I've heard rumors about your violent actions, but you're not present to confront
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here)
No one dares to engage in a conflict with me because I'm constantly vigilant
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
No one mourns your death because you brought it upon yourself
South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli chilly chill
People from South Philadelphia are known for their propensity for violence, and I remain calm and collected despite the danger
On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel
Before I use my weapon to inflict harm upon you
(Killa, Killa)
I'm known as a ruthless and deadly individual
Go 'head stupid niggaz go fuck wit' them chicks
Continue to pursue women recklessly without considering the consequences
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a fuck wit' them bricks
I'm involved in the drug trade and I handle illicit substances
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
I have a variety of drugs, including cocaine and heroin
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
Doubling your money is a small achievement for me, I can turn $5000 into $8000 easily
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
I have the ability to exponentially increase the value of my drugs, starting from $8 to $1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
I can even generate $100,000 in front of my residence
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I have shut down all competing drug operations, no one is permitted to enter my territory
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
I'm purchasing anything and everything I want without hesitation
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
I'm the most influential figure in my area, armed with a Glock pistol, I possess control and influence
Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
I will physically assault you like the boxer Haseem Rahman would
And I'm extra scary
I'm extremely intimidating and frightening
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I fuck wit' secretaries
Powerful individuals who act superior are unnecessary, I associate with their subordinates
All for information it ain't necessary
I manipulate individuals for the sake of obtaining information, there's no need for their trust or loyalty
They in love like the 14th of February
They are infatuated and obsessed with me as if it's Valentine's Day
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
I deceive and manipulate them like an April Fool's prank before I disappear
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Regardless of the date, my actions and words provoke fear and chaos
Halloween or Memorial Day
Whether it's a festive or mournful occasion
At your memorial be one year from today
I will cause your death and your memorial service will take place one year later
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
You all believe everything is calm and pleasant
I leave you reesy piecy
I will leave you dismembered and fragmented
All my bitches rock Christian Dior, BCBG round
All the women associated with me wear high-end designer clothing brands
Phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies
Fake individuals feel intense fear and discomfort in my presence
Hungry hoes say 'Killa feed me feed me'
Desperate women are dependent on me for financial support and resources
Calm down ma, easy easy
Relax, there's no need to be aggressive or demanding
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Speak provocatively to satisfy and entertain me, involve my accomplice Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
I still wear Ellesse brand clothing, but violence is what satisfies me
He ain't no tease but measly
He may not be flirtatious, but he is insignificant and unimpressive
Not Doggy's angels kills please believe me
It's not about being loyal or devoted to someone like Doggy's Angels, it's about causing harm and destruction, trust me
You now rollin' with them thugs from the are-O-C
You are now associating yourself with violent individuals from Roc-a-Fella records
Niggaz want to despise the team
People may resent and envy the success and power of our group
Rocafella
Referring to our record label, Roc-a-Fella
When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
When conflicts arise, it's clear that we are the ones initiating violence
Killa, easy
Referring to Cam'ron and his associate, they are the ones causing harm
Fuck those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em free
I don't care about those who oppose me, I will give them my bullets for free
Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a, Roc-a-roc-a
Stating the name of their record label, Roc-a-Fella, multiple times for emphasis
Roc in this muh, muh-muhfucka
Asserting their dominance and presence in the music industry
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Written by: DAMIEN SMITH, MICHAEL WOODROW SR. JACKSON
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