[Chorus] If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride? [x4] [Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat] Killa! Uh! This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it, let me tell you! [Verse 1] Yo my mommy Toy Was my pride and joy She would drive the toys Plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Kroy Yes a 9 in boys Wore a 5 in boys Over the chick shit I shoot 5 wit Roy Now I load the fo' five Shoot 5 at Roy Ain't like my job All guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy But Im the livest Doy (echo doy) A Hustler and Cam famous? You damn anus I dunno but I can't change it Can't paint it Pop it, champagne it Stop it, car drop it, it look dull Damn paint it She would throw a pout How I'm showin' out How I'm out goin' But dont be goin' out It's things to know about When you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route Baby girl, close your mouth Cuz I feed you well Every sneaker, hell You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chinelle Car laga fell Acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell And the bar stop at hell 'Wrong wit chu? She said whats wrong with chu? Always got a song to do Can't get along its true So I skipped marriage Bought her six carrats Rather die that nigga Than to live average [Chorus] If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wann ride? [x4] [Cam'Ron] Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it! Yo! Yo! Uh! Lookin' back on school Arts and crafts Fuck half the staff Beat up half the class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga wit an attitude Meet me after math Had her half and half Not a drink 2 chicks def lit acid fast To half a tab You could ask her ass I would dash and laugh You after me? Huh, Im after cash Im on I-80 Though with my baby Whole ride hazy Tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you Look in the sky baby Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith You the pie lady Fly lady G2 Fly baby gee you Wild baby Please boo whats your size crazy? Don Wonin' When I'm in the foreign Almond drop top My charm is alarmin' I was alertin' her Just to re-insert in her That I would leave Earth wit her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over Im mercin' her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I. But this is B.I. Bia Me and G.I. Be watched by the P.I.'s See why we can't finish together I'd rather do buisness than pleasure and thats real! [Chorus] If only you...could let me in I know that love...it would begin If only I...could rap to you I know this love...would capture you, yeah! Dont you wanna ride [to fade out]