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.
War
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets and guns moke! Dipset!
Now
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be fagot, bring the drama to me
I'm presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggas
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggas
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggas
What they name again? What they claim again?
Yeah these fagots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big tecs (tecs!)
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!)
Nigga's talking right? I ain't heard shit yet! (nope!)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go "look dad Dipset!"
Dipset!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)
Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (yes we did!)
Every car driven yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
Yes, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's fettiucini, spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? we got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another three quarter mill, you ought to chill
In "War", Cam'ron portrays himself as a successful, drug-dealing gangster who is confident in his abilities and is not intimidated by anyone. He boasts about his skills on the basketball court, where he describes himself as a pro-baller, and his ruthlessness on the streets, where he doesn't hesitate to pull out his cannon (a gun) and shoot his enemies. Cam'ron also talks about his connections to Arab drug dealers, who he communicates with in coded language, and his willingness to take over any club or bar that he pleases. In the chorus, Cam'ron continues his arrogant persona by talking about his ability to make money and take out any opponent who dares to challenge him.
Overall, "War" is a song that glorifies violence and drug dealing while presenting Cam'ron as an unapologetic gangster who is not to be messed with. The song showcases Cam'ron's distinctive flow and cadence, which is characterized by slurred words, repetition, and boasts about his wealth and power.
Line by Line Meaning
Now
Moving on to the lyrics
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
If we were playing basketball, I would always win and outscore them
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I am dominating my competition, and they are beneath me
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
The person I approached didn't have their weapon on them
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I pulled out my gun and shot at them until it jammed
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
I have some Arab associates who are selling drugs to me
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
When we talk on the phone, we use coded language to avoid getting caught
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
In our coded language, 'camel' means one ounce of drugs, and 'kufi' means a kilogram of drugs
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
I am asking the person on the phone to bring me five kilograms of drugs and meet me at a specific location
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
I understand the risks involved, but I am still trying to acquire some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
I will go into a popular club and buy out the entire bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
I don't like anything that I hear from anyone else
You know where I be fagot, bring the drama to me
You know my whereabouts, so if you have any issue, come confront me directly
I'm presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I am on top of the world and even the President of the United States would recognize my power
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
I am putting in a lot of effort, and people should acknowledge and respect me
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I am a gangster, and if you need drugs, reach out to me
I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam
I am doing just fine on my own, and don't need any help from Cam'ron
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggas
I don't need Jim Jones or Juelz Santana's assistance, I can handle these people on my own
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggas
I don't discriminate, whether they are small or big, I can take them all down
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggas
I simply eliminate them and forget they ever existed
What they name again? What they claim again?
I don't even remember their names or what they represent
Yeah these fagots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
They hate me because I am more popular than they are among other rappers
You procrastinated so I got you assassinated
You have been delaying, so I had to get rid of you by killing you
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Shoot him multiple times, bullets hitting his branded red monkey clothing
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
He thought he was tough, but now he is dead
[Chorus: x2]
Repeating the chorus
We blastin' big tecs (tecs!)
We are shooting big guns
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!)
We are making a lot of money
Nigga's talking right? I ain't heard shit yet! (nope!)
People are talking, but I haven't paid attention to anything they said
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
We will leave the target soaking in blood and his girlfriend soaking in tears
And the kids go "look dad Dipset!"
The children will see our gang's name and reputation
Dipset!
Repeating the gang's name
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!)
If we were playing football, I would be the winner and score many touchdowns
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
It's a chaotic environment, and I see some people pretending to be tough
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
I don't need the assistance of Rell or Duke Da God
No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
I don't need the people helped me get here, and I can still work harder
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
What are you selling, and how are you feeling?
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)
My car has advanced technology, and the floors can rise, walls spin, and ceiling drop at my command
Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
I am referring to my car and not my house
Plus a partition bath, bar, kitchen
My car even has a bathroom, bar, and kitchen partitioned off
Yeah, pa' shittin' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (yes we did!)
Yeah, we are doing big things, and people are doubting our success
Every car driven yeah from hard living (hard living)
We drive luxurious cars because of our hard work
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
I am hanging out with Mariah Carey, and I even spent the night with Vivica A. Fox
Every tabloid asking cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
The media is curious about who I am spending time with
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
We are just friends, I swear on everything I have
Yes, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Believe me, and focus on the amount of jewelry I am wearing
Eat at Reyo's fettiucini, spaghetti things
I am dining at a famous Italian restaurant, and enjoying their pasta dishes
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
I have a lot of money, so I don't care about being a small-time king
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I am not going to change my behavior for anyone, and will always be myself
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
I will even attack someone over jewelry, like the infamous Nancy Kerrigan incident
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
I am referencing another incident related to the Nancy Kerrigan attack and implying that I have people backing me up
You don't like us right? we got ya momma boppin' (true)
You don't like us, but even your mother is enjoying our music and dancing to it
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the range be bigger"? (usually)
She looks like Amy Fisher, and my car is worth more than hers
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
That is a car that a woman with children would drive, and it's not impressive enough to impress me
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
My Rolls-Royce car costs $250,000, and my chain necklace costs $500,000
Earrings another three quarter mill, you ought to chill
My earrings cost $750,000, so you should calm down and respect my wealth
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BARRETT STRONG, NORMAN J. WHITFIELD
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