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cam’ron – killa season (intro) lyrics

[dukedagod]
before we get into this k!lla season
let’s start this sh-t off with my man 40 cal

[verse 1: 40 cal.]
who am i? 40 cal. motherf-cker
gat to your back, get down motherf-cker
clown motherf-cker
(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 too pretty
drop two-fitty on a hot new bentley
but when it come to drops say he cop too many like, d-mn
(you will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
that whip wonderful cal {they make hummers in brown?}
nah i just sh-tted 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 it’s somebody sim-i-lar
comin down the block the suspense is k!llin 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 k!ll people, we believe him
oh sh-t he’s reachin
(you will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)

[beat changes]

k!lla! … k!lla!

[verse 2: cam’ron]
dial k!lla for murder once, no redial
just see child, the og style and how i used to be wild
this the story of cameron ezike giles one way road to the penal
yea the hoosegow, ohh child you wasn’t there
zeek snitched? if he did, i’d be doing a hundred years
did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
took over n-ggas towns, black tie, tiny bums
handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
zeek 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 n-ggas all are fools, your regular married with children
dog, nine to five, office pool
couldn’t live that life, i need a loft and pool
i had too much cl-ss, 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
f-ckin wit this wolf, this should be taught to you
ya money don’t matter, what you can’t afford to do
is f-ck wit me dawg, that could be affordable
hide ya mom, police protection, that’s when i’m cordial
cars convertible, tvs are portable
fiends on line, c0ke lines, they come and snort a few
k!lla!

[hook]
(k!lla!)
guns, cars, b-tches, and (k!lla!)
weed, smoke, dope (k!lla!)
glocks, ox ockin i’m c-cked (k!lla!)
cam, fam, d-mn, it’s (k!lla!)
season and the reason you breathin (k!lla!)
who buy out the bar though? (k!lla!)
who far from a star but they car is gallardo? (k!lla!)

[verse 3: cam’ron]
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 n-gga crossed the chief i know you heard he lost his t–th, and it’s
k!lla!

[hook]

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