killa cam (intro)

Singer: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

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

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

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

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

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

killa killa killa killa!

killa killa killa killa!

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!

guns

cars

bitches

and

weed

smoke

dope

glocks

ox ockin i'm cocked

cam

fam

damn

it's

season and the reason you breathin

who buy out the bar though?

who far from a star but they car is gallardo?

i was forced to eat

anything you lost i keep

shot the fifth

and then like a piston

toss the heat

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!