Cam`ron Killa Cam (intro) Lyrics

Killa Cam (intro) Lyrics

[DukeDaGod]

Before we get into this Killa Season

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



[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 firing 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 wit me, watch who 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)

Down with wonderful Cal. {they make Hummers in brown?}

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 or 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 Killa Killa!

Killa (Killa!) Killa Killa
Killa! (Killa!)



[Verse 1]

Dial killa for murda once, no
redial

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

This
the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now

Yea the
whoscal, ohh child you wasn't there

Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin
a hundred years

Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones

Took over
niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums

Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we
grimy dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some

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

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

Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married
with children

Dawg, nine to five, office, pool

Couldn't live that
life, I needa 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 wit this wolf, this should be taught to you

Ya money don't
matter, what you can't afford to do

Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be
affordable

Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial

Cars convertible, TV's are portable

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

Killa!



[Chorus]

(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!)



[Verse 2]

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!



[Chorus]