Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Killa , by - Cam'Ron. Release date: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
It's Killa |
| Killa… |
| You know I can talk about what I wanna talk about |
| Them statute of limitations is up for them drugs |
| Far as them murders, I never knew nuttin' anyway |
| I was sleep, yo |
| '97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount |
| Chick in my crib I I’m 'bout to dig it out |
| Then Mase called, said «Yo I’m stuck inside some bitches house» |
| Her boyfriend at the door, could I hurry up and get him out |
| Aight, what’s the address? |
| Homie said «Kingsbridge» |
| That was great I had some niggas right on bridge |
| Yeah we play but believe it ain’t no game kid |
| Hopped off the elevator, aimed it at that lame lid |
| I ain’t give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho |
| Got this nigga home and he passed me a hundo (dollars) |
| Told him straight up I ain’t feeling him |
| Let me curve this nigga 'fore I end up killing him |
| I would make 80k on a lazy day |
| Then I watched him play Pop Lotti against Baby Maine |
| At this time I’m moving heroin in Maryland |
| They both died and this nigga turned reverand! |
| Had the hood hot, FBI and agents ran |
| We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul |
| Fuck it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres |
| On the high way nigga moving that |
| When them drum fly, when them drum fly |
| Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy |
| Nigga that’s Killa, nigga that’s Killa |
| Motherfucker that’s Killa, motherfucker that’s Killa |
| From your tour days, from your tour days |
| To your court case, dressed in the North Face |
| Nigga that’s Killa, nigga that’s Killa |
| Motherfucker that’s Killa, motherfucker that’s Killa |
| I smoke pounds you clown, homie you heard the bluff |
| All your murder stuff, man I heard enough |
| NFL murderers, you heard of us |
| This when Herb McGruff used to serve the dust |
| Task force, homicide, DT’s and other narcs |
| My jewellery wear that frozen like my mothers heart |
| Bless her heart lord, me I’m some other shark |
| But the way I get money that’s another art |
| Where should a brother start? |
| How I used to pump in parks |
| Or how I parked niggas on the side of the barber shop |
| Give me some Skittles, beast mode, I’m hard to stop |
| My life’s cement, not wood, so it’s hard to knock |
| Niggas get knocked off get knocked, the bill paid |
| From that 212, two-twelving with that 12 gauge |
| God’s child, you owe me money? |
| See hells raised |
| You got two weeks and my two weeks is twelve days |
| When them drum fly, when them drum fly |
| Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy |
| Nigga that’s Killa, nigga that’s Killa |
| Motherfucker that’s Killa, motherfucker that’s Killa |
| From your tour days, from your tour days |
| To your court case, dressed in the North Face |
| Nigga that’s Killa, nigga that’s Killa |
| Motherfucker that’s Killa, motherfucker that’s Killa |