Soap Opera

[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]