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[DukeDaGod] Before we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal
[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 firing 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 wit me, watch who 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) Down with 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 or 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)
[Verse 1] Dial killa for murda once, no redial Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now Yea the whoscal, ohh child you wasn't there Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin a hundred years Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones Took over niggaz towns, black ties, tiny bums Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some Zeke right behind me dun dun, he play by all the rules That's why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your regular married with children Dawg, nine to five, office, pool Couldn't live that life, I needa 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 wit this wolf, this should be taught to you Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do Is fuck wit me dawg, that could be affordable Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm cordial Cars convertible, TV's are portable Fiends on line, coke lines, they come and snort a few Killa!
[Chorus] (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!)
[Verse 2] 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!
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