| Killa kam
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| Killa kam
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| Killa kam
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| Killa killa
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| Killa kam
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| (camron)
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| With the goons i spy
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| Stay in tune with ma
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| She like damn
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| This the realest since kumbaya
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| Kumbyay killa kam my lord
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| Still the man with pants
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| Scrill fam oh boy
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| They want neuter me
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| They want do to me
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| The hooligan in hoolahands
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| Maneuvering is nothin new to me
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| Doggy i’m from the land of crime
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| Pan pan gram or dime
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| Not toes or mc
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| When i say hammertime
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| Beef i’m hammer mine
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| When i get my hands on nines
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| If i had on bammerline
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| Cordourys kam will shine
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| Canary burgandy
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| I call it lemon red
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| Yellow diamonds in my ear
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| Call em lemonheads
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| Lemonhead end up dead
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| Ice like guinepeg
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| Gemstones flinstones
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| You could say i’m friends with fred
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| You want happy scrappy
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| I got pataki at me
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| Bitches say i’m tacky daddy
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| Range look like laffy taffy
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| (voice)
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| Kill kam
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| Killa kam
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| Killa kam
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| Killa killa
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| Killa kam
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| I’m from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
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| Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
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| Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
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| I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
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| So i parked in a tow-away zone
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| Chrome i dont care
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| I’ll call it throwaway homes
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| Welcome to harlem
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| Where you welcome to problems
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| Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
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| Canabuy banks
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| Stand out like puty tanks
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| Soon as the studie sings
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| That when the tudy sing
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| Bang bang came from that movie rang
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| Snap crack jewelry bling
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| Flat jack who he bring
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| Clack clack cooley ring
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| Bad rap cuties claim
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| Ascap put em in the river
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| I’m the sushi king
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| And i’m keep it fresh
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| Let the fish eat ya flesh
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| Yes sir please confess
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| Just say he’s the best
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| How dope is this
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| Teach you how to rope a chick
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| What you want
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| Coke or piff
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| I got it all smoke or sniff
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| And you know my drift
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| Used to figures doe and shit
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| You a roosted bitch
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| Just a roasted bitch
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| And i roast ya bitch
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| That how i usually am
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| Tell her and her groupie friends
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| Go get they gucci cleanse
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| We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
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| A skada prada
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| The chopper it got the uzi lens
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| Bird’s eye view
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| The birds i knew
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| Flip birds
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| Birds gang
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| It was birds i flew
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| And word i flew
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| Or herb i grew
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| I would serve on stoops
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| Now it swerve in coupes |