Killa Cam

Lyrics

[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Killa, bases loaded (Uh-huh) Zeke on first, Santana on second (Uh), Jim on third (Yeah) I'm at bat (One, two, three) I'm about to hit this shit out the world (Killa) Uh, Heatmakerz, clap, clap Sing, Killa Clap, sing Clap, sing, huh, sing, sing Clap, sing Killa, Killa, yo, uh [Verse 1: Cam'ron] With the goons, I spar (Spar), stay in tune with ma (What up, baby?) She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'" (Word?) Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord) Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam on board (On board) Now bitches, they wanna neuter me, niggas, they wanna tutor me The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, Pan Pan, gram or dime? Not toes or MC when I say, "Hammer time" Beef, I hammer mine when I get my hands on nines If I had on 'Bama-line corduroys, Cam'll shine (I'm still fly) Canary burgundy, I call it lemon red (Lemon red) Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em Lemonheads Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred (Fred) You unhappy, Scrappy? (What's wrong, Scrappy?) I got Pataki at me (Come on, I got the government at me) Bitches say I'm tacky, daddy, Range look like Laffy Taffy (That's paint) [Interlude: Cam'ron] Sing Uh, it's me Clap Uh Sing, uh, it's me, clap Uh, sing, clap, uh, it's me Uh Clap Harlem, I know y'all know about this (Killa) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck Rich and A hit the kitchens, then were pitchin' up (La Familia) Rob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it up (Crack to rap) I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa) So I parked in a tow-away zone, chrome (So what, man?) I don't care, that car a throwaway, homes (Killa) Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems (Problems) Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons Them niggas knew we bang, stood out like Pootie Tang Soon as the stoolie sing, that's when the toolie sing Bang-bang, came from that movie ring Snap, crack, jewelry bling, flapjack, ooh, he bring Clack-clack, coolie ring, bad rap, cuties cling Ass cap, put him in the river, I'm the sushi king And I'ma keep you fresh, let the fish eat your flesh Yes, sir, please confess, just say he's the best (Killa) [Interlude: Cam'ron] Sing Clap, uh Yes, uh, it's me Sing Uh Sing, uh, clap, yes, sir, uh Sing, clap Uh It's me, sing, clap Let me end this shit, listen (Killa) Yo [Verse 3: Cam'ron] How dope is this? Teach you how to rope a chick (Easy) What you want, coke or piff? Got it all, smoke or sniff? (Everything) And you know my drift Used to figures, dough and shit (Millions) You a rooster nigga (Rooster), just a roaster, bitch And I roast your bitch, that's how it usually ends Tell her and her groupie friends go get they coochie cleansed We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men (We fly) Escada, Prada, the chopper, it got the Uzi lens (Uzi) Bird's-eye view, the birds I knew Flip birds, bird things, it was birds I flew And word I blew off herb I grew (Grew) I would serve on stoops, now swerve in coupes It's me [Outro: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Sing, Killa, uh) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa [Skit] Alright, so you're here Purple Haze the album You ready? Roll that shit Light that shit Now smoke that shit Now get ready for the drama