I Cant Stan It (Stan Spit Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Freekey Zekey & Cam'ron]
What chu doin'? Don't even f*ck with that lil n*gga like that, man
You know I like kickin' a n*gga when he down, man
Nah that's stupid, you know how, n*gga punk, (Nah) it don't even make no sense for you to even [?] [?] [?] [?] ([?] [?] [?] f*ck that n*gga)
This song goes out
To anybody who ever had a male groupie
sh*t is really disgusting
Faggot muhf*cker

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, I sit back with this pack of this crack and these slabs and these bags of this weed it gives me the sh*t needed to be the most meanest emcee on this earth since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And [?] this berserk sh*t, think that it work but it won't
Cause I'll slap you, I'll cap you, I'll jab you, I'll slicе you, I'll ice you and [?] you
Dog, I'm raw, I'll f*ck your mom corpse and rest again pеacefully
But least have the decency in you to get off my di*k
You makin' me sick, I'ma stick in this clip when I click, I clack and my clique is real thick so don't speak to me
I don't know you, and, no, I don't owe you a motherf*ckin' an' thing
I'm not Mr. average, I'm not Horse & Carriage, I'm not flossin' karats, I'll bust automatics, you tempt me, my clip be on empty
No patience is in me, and since you offend me I'm diggin' you ten deep
In the ground, you a clown, I don't care who was there and who saw me
Call you a Cochran, file you a lawsuit, Cristal in the courtroom, wild in the courtroom
What do you do when he full of sh*t too? With this bullsh*t he pull, I'ma shoot up this food and you blame it on Cam'ron
But my hammer's on, where was his hammers at?
Loom where it's at, middle of Harlem world, now it's a tragedy, now it's so sad to see Stanley in agony but he was agon' me
Everywhere that I go if I stand, if I sit, I can't take a sh*t without Stan f*ckin' standing by it
[Chorus: Cam'ron & Freekey Zekey]
No I don't need [?] no more dutches (f*ck outta here)
No I don't want nothing from the store, (I am whatever you say I am) get the f*ck away from the toilet homo (From the jewelry, the cribs, everyday I am)
Faggot motherf*cker
Get off my di*k (From the houses, the b*tches, everyday I am)
Stan wanna be just like Cam (Oh we did it now, n*gga) 'cause I am, whatever you say I am (No more corner stores for you, n*gga)
From the jewelry, the b*tches, everyday I am (Gotta wake up 3 in the morning to get that Chinese food now, man)
From the cars, the cribs, everyday I am (I'm not playin' with you no more)
Stan wanna be just like Cam
Matter fact, when you get to the Brooklyn bridge go straight to the Bronx, n*gga, swim, row, I don't give a f*ck how you get there
Soon as you step foot ya eye see Manhattan, my fist on your eye
I don't give a f*ck what you doin', write letters to me if you even wanna breeze through Manhattan, n*gga
I don't give a f*ck about you no more, n*gga
f*ck you