It's Killa - Cam'Ron

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

I was sleep, yo

'97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount

Chick in my crib I I’m 'bout to dig it out

Then Mase called, said «Yo I’m stuck inside some bitches 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 bridge

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 (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 and agents ran

We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul

Fuck it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres

On the high way nigga moving that

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 days, from your tour days

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

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 jewellery wear that frozen like my mothers 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 hells 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 days, from your tour days

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