[Lyric] Come To Camden (Ecmd Feeky)

VERSE 1 :
Yeah, ECMD Feeky
Camden, holler!
Ungh ungh ungh, look
PJ baby, thirteen I was in them streets something crazy
Jumped off the porch old heads saying he just a baby, crazy
Haywood and Lenoir I was out the door tryna' earn more
Get my stripes up, committing felonies, y'all ain't like us
B and E's, we ain't know no better
No F and E's only dough and cheddar
Adversaries wanna test us
We strapped up young and reckless moving with them hecklers
On the corners with the extras, take off ya' watch and necklace!
Run ya' shit!
I done seen the biggest fold in front of thеy foes
Get hit right in front of they kids
Commit thе crime admit to it then do a bid
Man I gotta do it big!
Make it out the city just to give back to my city
Yo the cops is selling crack in the city, and blame it on the niggas
Like where we grow narcotics?
It's a problem steady evolving and overlooked
Prison system overbooked
The softest niggas got the coldest looks, deep down they really shook
CHORUS :
Come to Camden get your chain took
They got cameras every angle
The toughest characters get mangled
Gangs run the city like a marathon
Welcome to the poorest city in America
Yeah
Come to Camden get your chain took
They got cameras every angle
The toughest characters get mangled
Gangs run the city like a marathon
Welcome to the poorest city in America, yeah

VERSE 2 :
Reality check, the system got they foot on your neck
You want respect but scared to fight for it
Everybody got a right to it
Bang this in ya' trunk and get a hype to it
Bullets stray through windows and go right through it
Julius Caesar meet Brutus, Judas introduced us
Knife in ya' back, memories on wax, you live forever in the music!
Play with the serpent, die by the serpent
It's certain, murder for purchase
Behind closed curtains the devil lurking and smirking
Jerking niggas for they royalties, it make you turn purple how they hurt you
Where y'all loyalty?!
Is it family business or self desire for riches?
The game got glitches, now got the empire in ya clutch
Everybody want that famous touch
My city fame is dangerous, murder capital actual
Non practical matters get brain splattered collateral
Five years in a row, it's factual!
South Jersey accent, eight five six
Oh eight one oh five
I supply the whole Camden County with the illest vibes
My mind is too complex like Navy Yard projects
I dissect the ghetto to let it vent
Suburban kids I break em in
Guardian Angels walk the streets to protect
Addicted tricks buying sex after they get they fix
The young crowd not quick to forget
They carry guns while the girls move they hips with a baby in 'em
Party after dark, jack boys moving like they got the rabies in 'em
Old heads selling packs to young boys moving like they still got the eighty's in 'em
CHORUS :
Come to Camden get your chain took
They got cameras every angle
The toughest characters get mangled
Gangs run the city like a marathon
Welcome to the poorest city in America
Yeah
Come to Camden get your chain took
They got cameras every angle
The toughest characters get mangled
Gangs run the city like a marathon
Welcome to the poorest city in America, yeah