Killa Cam (Intro) - Cam'Ron

Before we get into this Killa Season

Let’s start this shit off with my man 40 Cal

Who 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 firin' 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 with me, watch too pretty

Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley

But when it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn

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

That whip wonderful Cal

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 it’s somebody sim-i-lar

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 see him), we leavin' (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!

Dial Killa for murder once, no redial

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

This the story of Cameron Ezike Giles, one way road to the penal

Yea the hoosegow, ohh child you wasn’t there

Zeek snitched?

If he did, I’d be doin' a hundred years

Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones

Took over niggas towns, black tie, tiny bums

Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some

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

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

Y’all niggas all are fools, your regular married with children

Dog, nine to five, office pool

Couldn’t live that life, I need a 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 fool

Took off his jewels, thought he cool

Gun to mouth, they often drool

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, that’s when I’m cordial

Cars convertible, TVs are portable

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

Killa!

(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 (Bye)

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

Up fifty flights, iight 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 because they applaud my speech

One nigga crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth

And it’s Killa!

(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!)