| Before we get into this Killa Season
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| Let’s start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
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| Who am I? |
| 40 Cal. |
| motherfucker
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| Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
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| Clown motherfucker
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| Let me try to explain
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| I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane
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| Give his Rover the new name, the firin' range
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| When we see you yell fire and aim
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| 'Cause when I fire them thangs it’s like
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| I gotta watch who with me, watch too pretty
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| Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentley
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| But when it come to drops say he cop too many like, damn
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| That whip wonderful Cal
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| Nah I just shitted on you, even haters lovin' my style
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| I’m a role model, I make the hustlers proud
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| I make the customers smile
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM’s with Olivia
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| If it ain’t Vivica it’s somebody sim-i-lar
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| Comin' down the block the suspense is killin' ya like, wow
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| That’s Cal. |
| we see him (we see him), we leavin' (we leavin')
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| He schemin', he be beastin'
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| Heard he kill people, we believe him
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| Oh shit, he’s reachin'
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| (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
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| Killa… Killa!
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| Dial Killa for murder once, no redial
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| Just see child, the OG style and how I used to be wild
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| This the story of Cameron Ezike Giles, one way road to the penal
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| Yea the hoosegow, ohh child you wasn’t there
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| Zeek snitched? |
| If he did, I’d be doin' a hundred years
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| Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
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| Took over niggas towns, black tie, tiny bums
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| Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
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| Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
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| Zeek right behind me dun dun, he play by all the rules
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| That’s why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
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| Y’all niggas all are fools, your regular married with children
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| Dog, nine to five, office pool
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| Couldn’t live that life, I need a loft and pool
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| I had too much class, I ain’t report to school
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| If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool
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| Took off his jewels, thought he cool
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| Gun to mouth, they often drool
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| Fuckin' with this wolf, this should be taught to you
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| Your money don’t matter, what you can’t afford to do
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| Is fuck with me dawg, that could be affordable
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| Hide ya mom, police protection, that’s when I’m cordial
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| Cars convertible, TVs are portable
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| Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few
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| Killa!
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| (Killa!)
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| Guns, cars, bitches, and (Killa!)
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| Weed, smoke, dope (Killa!)
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| Glocks, ox ockin' I’m cocked (Killa!)
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| Cam, fam, damn, it’s (Killa!)
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| Season and the reason you breathin' (Killa!)
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| Who buy out the bar though? |
| (Killa!)
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| Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo? |
| (Killa!)
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| I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep
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| Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
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| Now round the corner, up the block, cross the street
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| Up fifty flights, iight where the bosses meet
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| And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George
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| Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach
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| Now I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech
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| One nigga crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth
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| And it’s Killa!
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| (Killa!)
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| Guns, cars, bitches, and (Killa!)
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| Weed, smoke, dope (Killa!)
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| Glocks, ox ockin' I’m cocked (Killa!)
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| Cam, fam, damn, it’s (Killa!)
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| Season and the reason you breathin' (Killa!)
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| Who buy out the bar though? |
| (Killa!)
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| Who far from a star but they car is Gallardo? |
| (Killa!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killa Cam (Intro) , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Killa Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп