Cam’ron - Killa Cam (intro) Lyrics

I gotta watch who with 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 Humers 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 things 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)

Dial killa for murder 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
Yeah the whoscal, oh 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 niggas 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

y'all niggas 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 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' with this wolf, this should be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck with me dog, 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

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(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)

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

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