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Killa Cam (Intro)

Before we get into this Killa Season

Let's start this shit off with my man 40 CalWho am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker

Gat to your back, get down motherfucker

Clown motherfucker

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)Let me try to explain

I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane

Give his Rover the new name, the firing range

When we see you yell fire and aim'Cause when I fire them thangs it's like

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty

Drop two fitty on a hot new BentleyBut when it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)

Down with wonderful Cal

(They make Hummers in brown)Nah, I just shitted on you, even haters lovin' my style

I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud

I make the customers smile

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia

If it ain't Vivica or somebody similar

Comin' down the block the suspense is killin' ya like, wow

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)That's Cal, we see him we leavin'

He schemin', he be beastin'

Heard he kill people, we believe him

Oh shit he's reachin'

(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa

Killa, Killa, Killa, KillaDial Killa for murda once, no redial

Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild

This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now

Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you wasn't thereZeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin' a hundred years

Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones

Took over niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums

Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dunCars, cribs, money, had to find me some

Zeke right behind me dun, dun, he play by all the rules

That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels

Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with childrenDawg, nine to five, office, pool

Couldn't live that life, I needa loft and pool

I had too much class, I ain't report to school

If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the foolTook off his jewels, thought he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool

Fuckin' wit this wolf, this should be taught to you

Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do

Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be affordableHide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial

Cars convertible, TV's are portable

Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few(Killa)

Guns, cars, bitches and

(Killa)

Weed, smoke, dope

(Killa)Glocks, ox ockin' I'm cocked

(Killa)

Cam, fam, damn, it's

(Killa)Season and the reason you breathin'

(Killa)

Who buy out the bar though?

(Killa)

Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo?

(Killa)I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep

Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the heat

Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street

Up fifty flights, right where the bosses meetAnd the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George

Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach

Now, I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech

One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth and it's(Killa)

Guns, cars, bitches and

(Killa)

Weed, smoke, dope

(Killa)Glocks, ox ockin' I'm cocked

(Killa)

Cam, fam, damn, it's

(Killa)Season and the reason you breathin'

(Killa)

Who buy out the bar though?

(Killa)

Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo?

(Killa)Killa

Killa

Killa

Killa

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