[DukeDaGod: intro]
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Before we get into this Killa Season
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Lets start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
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[40 Cal: Intro]
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Who am I, 40 Cal muthafucka!
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Gat to ya' back, get down muthafucka!
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Clown muthafucka! (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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I shoot his truck up just to drive em' insane
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Give his Rover the new name, the firing range!
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When we see you yell fire and aim
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Cause when I fire them thangs, it's like (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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I gotta watch who with me, watch too pretty
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Dropped two-fiddy on a hot new Bentley
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But when it comes to drops say cops zoom in me
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Like, damn (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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Down with wonderful Cal (they make hummers in brown?)
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Nah I just shitted on you, even haters lovin' my style
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I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
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I make the customers smile (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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Catch me in a Benz with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
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If it aint Vivica, it's somebody similiar
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Comin' down the block the suspense is killin' ya'
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Like, wow (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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Thats Cal, we see em', we leaving
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He scheamin', he be beasting
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Heard he kill people, we believe em'
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Oh shit he's reaching (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)
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[Cam'ron: Verse 1]
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Killa!
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Dial Killa for murder once no redial
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Just see child, the OG style
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And how I used to be wild
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This the story of Cam'ron and Zeek Giles one way road to the penal
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Yeah the hooscal, ooh child you wasn't there
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Zeek snitched, if he did I be doing a hundred years
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Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
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Took over niggas towns, Black Tah, Tiny Bums
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Handsome hoods, pretty thugs but we grimey dun
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Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
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Zeek right behind me thun, thun he played by all the rules
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Thats why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels
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Y'all niggas all the fools
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Your regular married with children, dawg 9 to 5 office pool
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Couldn't live that life, I need a loft and pool
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I had too much class, I aint report to school
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If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool
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Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun in the mouth they often drooled
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Fuckin' with this wolf, this should be taught to you
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Your money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
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Is fuck with me dawg, that could be affordable
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Hide ya' mom, police protection, thats when i'm cordial
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Cars convertible, TV's are portable
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Fiends on line, coke lines, they come to snort a few
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Killa!
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[Cam'ron: Hook]
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Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)
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Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)
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Glocks, ox, ock and em' cocked (KILLA)
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Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)
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Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)
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Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)
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Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)
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[Cam'ron: Verse 2]
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I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep
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Shot the fifth and like a Piston, tossed the heat (bye)
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Now around the corner, up the block, across the street
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Up fifty flights aight, where the bosses meet
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And the porsche is peach, felt like Boston george
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Left Boston market, did deals on Boston beach
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Now I bought the beach, all cause they applaud my speech
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One nigga crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth
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And,
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[Cam'ron: Hook]
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Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)
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Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)
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Glocks, ox, ock and they cocked (KILLA)
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Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)
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Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)
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Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)
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Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)
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Killa Cam (Intro)
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Cam'ron |