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Killa Cam (Intro)
   ------Cam'ron

[DukeDaGod: intro]
Before we get into this Killa Season
Lets start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

[40 Cal: Intro]
Who am I, 40 Cal muthafucka!
Gat to ya' back, get down muthafucka!
Clown muthafucka! (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
I shoot his truck up just to drive em' 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 wondering what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who with me, watch too pretty
Dropped two-fiddy on a hot new Bentley
But when it comes to drops say cops zoom in me
Like, damn (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
Down with wonderful Cal (they make hummers in brown?)
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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 wondering what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in a Benz with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it aint Vivica, it's somebody similiar
Comin' down the block the suspense is killin' ya'
Like, wow (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
Thats Cal, we see em', we leaving
He scheamin', he be beasting
Heard he kill people, we believe em'
Oh shit he's reaching (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)



[Cam'ron: Verse 1]
Killa!
Dial Killa for murder once no redial
Just see child, the OG style
And how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeek Giles one way road to the penal
Yeah the hooscal, ooh child you wasn't there
Zeek snitched, if he did I be doing a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggas towns, Black Tah, Tiny Bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs but we grimey dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeek right behind me thun, thun he played by all the rules
Thats why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
Y'all niggas all the fools
Your regular married with children, dawg 9 to 5 office pool
Couldn't live that life, I need a loft and pool
I had too much class, I aint report to school
If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool
Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun in the mouth they often drooled
Fuckin' with this wolf, this should be taught to you
Your money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck with me dawg, that could be affordable
Hide ya' mom, police protection, thats when i'm cordial
Cars convertible, TV's are portable
Fiends on line, coke lines, they come to snort a few
Killa!

[Cam'ron: Hook]
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)
Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)
Glocks, ox, ock and em' cocked (KILLA)
Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)
Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)
Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)
Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)

[Cam'ron: Verse 2]
I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep
Shot the fifth and like a Piston, tossed the heat (bye)
Now around the corner, up the block, across the street
Up fifty flights aight, where the bosses meet
And the porsche is peach, felt like Boston george
Left Boston market, did deals on Boston beach
Now I bought the beach, all cause they applaud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth
And,

[Cam'ron: Hook]
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)
Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)
Glocks, ox, ock and they cocked (KILLA)
Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)
Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)
Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)
Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)