Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa killa
Killa CamWith the goons I spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like damn
This the realest since kumbayaBumbayay killa Cam my lord
Still the man with the pants
Scrilla fam, more on board
Now bitches They wanna neuter meNiggas They wanna tutor me
The hooligan in Hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothing new to me
Doggy I'm from the land of grindPan pan gram or dime
Not toes or MC
When I say hammer time
Beef I hammer mineWhen I get my hands on nines
If I had on Bammerline
Corduroys Cam a shine
Canary burgundyI call it lemon red
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em lemon heads
Lemon head end up deadIce like Winnipeg
Gemstones, Flintstones
You could say I'm friends with Fred
You unhappy scrappyI got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm tacky daddy
Range look like Laffy TaffyKill Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa killa
Killa CamI'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as fuck
Rich and Nay hit the kitchen then were pitchin' up
Rob base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up
I do both who am I to fuck tradition upSo I parked in a tow-away zone, chrome
I don't care that car a throwaway homes
Welcome to Harlem
Where you welcome to problemsOff a furlo fella felons get parkings
Them niggas knew we bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stoolie sangThat's when the toolie sang
Bang bang came from that movie rang
Snap crack jewelry bling
Flat jack who he bringClack clack cooley ring
Bad rap cuties claim
Ascap put 'em in the river
I'm the sushi kingAnd I'm keep it fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir please confess
Just say he's the bestKilla Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam
Killa killa
Killa CamHow dope is this
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want, Coke or piff
I got it all smoke or sniffAnd you know my drift
Used to figures, doe and shit
You a rooster nigga
This a roaster bitchAnd I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually end
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get they Gucci cleanseWe the moody Gucci Louie and Pucci men
Or Skada Prada
The chopper it got the Uzi lens
Bird's eye viewThe birds I knew
Flip birds
Bird gang
It was birds I flewAnd word I blew
Or herb I grew
I would serve on stoops
Now I swerve in coupes
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