Sangtekst: Cam'ron. Sports, Drugs & Entertainment.

(Uh huh, yea) This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
(uh huh) and of course (yea) athletes in the struggle
tryin to make a lil money

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Yo yo yo yo yo
Some get a little, some get none
Shit, I was part of the some get none
The ball, run for run, play the slumbs for crumbs
Wired, real tired till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball
But I came to practice weed-scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable
If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
I can hoop, yo
All-American in my age group, yo
Raised bad settled for a j.u.c.o.
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
All i did was rob and mug on campus
Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
At the toast got bad, payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas
Call moms, she dont want the phone act
She dont condone it, Cam dont come home, shit

[Chorus (4X) Notorious B.I.G.]
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock
Or you got a wicked jump shot

[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Yo, yo, ayo
Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"
Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin
See me on broadway, know what im buyin
Niggaz gettin money, know what i'm eyin
Shiesty again, no where without iron
Seems like my school life self destroyed
Fuck gettin a job, BIG self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that
Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"
See what happen, stopped the crackin
Start rappin, quit the clappin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that i became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby, dead on the stoop
But Un hooked me up with all this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I dont just rhyme I own liquor stores and such
But yeah yo
The rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas wanna get they gun, then start the clap game
For dat fame
Throwa Untertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arrainment, killa

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Dis a problem for they environment, killa
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arraignment