Cam’ron - It's Killa lyrics

Killa you know I can talk about
What I wanna talk about
Them statute of limitations is
Up for them drugs far as them murders, I
Never knew nuttin' anyway, haha
I was sleep, haha yo

Yo, '97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount
Chick in my crib
Her ribs I'm 'bout to dig it out
Then Ma$e called, said "Yo
I'm stuck inside some bitch's house"
Her boyfriend at the door
Could I hurry up and get him out
Aight, what's the address?
Homie said "Kingsbridge"
That was great I had some
Niggas right on Bainbridge
Yeah, we play but believe it
Ain't no game kid hopped off the elevator
Aimed it at that lame lid
I ain't give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho
Got this nigga home and he passed me a hundo
($100 dollars?)
Told him straight up I ain't feeling him
Let me curve this nigga 'fore
I end up killing him
I would make 80k on a lazy day
Then I watched him play Pop
Lotti against Baby Maine
At this time I'm moving heroin in Maryland
They both died and this
Nigga turned reverand!
Had the hood hot, FBI agents 'round
We need a referee, shit
That shit a flagrant foul fuck it
Kept it moving with my true manoeuvres
On the highway nigga moving that Eukanuba

When them drum fly, when them drum fly
Make your son cry, say "Hi!" to the bad guy
Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa
Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker
That's Killa
From your tour dates, from your tour dates
To your court case, dressed in the North Face
Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa
Motherfucker that's Killa

Yeah, I smoke pounds you clown, homie
You heard the bluff
All your murder stuff, man I heard enough
NFL murderers, you heard of us
This when Herb McGruff used to serve the dust
Task force, homicide, DT's and other NARCs
My jewelry
Well that's frozen like my mother's heart
Bless her heart lord, me I'm some other shark
But the way I get money that's another art
Where should a brother start? How I
Used to pump in parks
Or how I parked niggas on the
Side of the barber shop?
Give me some Skittles, beast mode
I'm hard to stop my life's cement, not wood
So it's hard to knock
Niggas get knocked off get knocked
The bill paid from that 212
Two-twelving with that 12 gauge god's child
You owe me money? See hell's raised
You got two weeks and my
Two weeks is twelve days

When them drum fly, when them drum fly
Make your son cry, say "Hi!" to the bad guy
Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa
Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker
That's Killa
From your tour dates, from your tour dates
To your court case, dressed in the North Face
Nigga, that's Killa, nigga, that's Killa
Motherfucker, that's Killa, motherfucker
That's Killa