Cam’ron, 40 Cal - Killa Season (Intro) lyrics

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
(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 firin' 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 with me, watch too 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)
That whip 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
(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 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!
Dial Killa 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 doin' a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggas 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 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
Your money don't matter
What you can't afford to do
Is fuck with 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, coke lines
They come and snort a few killa!

(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!

(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)