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DJ Cam

Laurent Daumail (born 1973), better known by his stage name DJ Cam, is a French record producer. Daumail's music is largely rooted in hip hop, combined with elements of jazz, dub, and ambient and composed using samples. Daumail first rose to prominence in the 1990s with records such as Underground Vibes and Underground Live, which have been credited as early examples of trip hop, and he emerged as a leading figure in the decade's "ambient hip-hop" scene. He founded the record label Inflamable. In addition to his own musical output, Daumail has produced several compilations and albums for other artists.Fact named his 1996 release Abstract Manifesto the ninth best trip hop album of all time. more »

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2007

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Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Thug niggaz be on point and game tight
Soon as I get here niggaz wanna wrap the roc up
Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, gats, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Pass the vodka
F*ck listen, don't ever mention dash or hoffa
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with mobsters, remember me?
Got jumped on TNT, next week, back punked TNT
All my niggaz got M-16's kid and all we do is watch MTV cribs
Learn not to in fury the victim
Purely stick 'em, break down your security system
Tell 'em, stop fuckin', you was never a menace
Never a hustla, no, we could never do business
Business is business
Money is money
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies
Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police
All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all cunt after cunt
Like that I'm shiesty, look at his shoes, like my Nike's
Know I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
All they say that nigga's a mess
You heard me fam? All worthy of this, dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about thirty grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a pound cake
F*ck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll be damned if I work for some white cracker
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends hug it
If they love it, call it cracker jacks, killa
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em hard, let me live my life, killa
Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life
That's the sound of the police
F*ck this life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat, pa or block a black car
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yay shit
Thug niggaz be on point
And game tight, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And it get that trife, I flick that knife, dog eat dog
Let me live my life, killa
Leave me alone, let me just live my life
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life
That's the sound of the police
The block is hot, niggaz tell me to kill it
Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it
Witness the realest
Killa, killa

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