Lyrics:

[DukeDaGod: intro]

Before we get into this Killa Season

Lets start this shit off with my man 40 Cal



[40 Cal: Intro]

Who am I, 40 Cal muthafucka!

Gat to ya' back, get down muthafucka!

Clown muthafucka! (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)

I shoot his truck up just to drive em' 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 wondering what are we gonna do now)

I gotta watch who with me, watch too pretty

Dropped two-fiddy on a hot new Bentley

But when it comes to drops say cops zoom in me

Like, damn (you will be wondering 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 wondering what are we gonna do now)

Catch me in a Benz with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia

If it aint Vivica, it's somebody similiar

Comin' down the block the suspense is killin' ya'

Like, wow (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)

Thats Cal, we see em', we leaving

He scheamin', he be beasting

Heard he kill people, we believe em'

Oh shit he's reaching (you will be wondering what are we gonna do now)







[Cam'ron: Verse 1]

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 Cam'ron and Zeek Giles one way road to the penal

Yeah the hooscal, ooh child you wasn't there

Zeek snitched, if he did I be doing a hundred years

Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones

Took over niggas towns, Black Tah, Tiny Bums

Handsome hoods, pretty thugs but we grimey dun

Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some

Zeek right behind me thun, thun he played by all the rules

Thats why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels

Y'all niggas all the fools

Your regular married with children, dawg 9 to 5 office pool

Couldn't live that life, I need a loft and pool

I had too much class, I aint report to school

If they report to school, I caught the stool, extort the fool

Took off his jewels, thought he cool, gun in the mouth they often drooled

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, thats when i'm cordial

Cars convertible, TV's are portable

Fiends on line, coke lines, they come to snort a few

Killa!



[Cam'ron: Hook]

Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)

Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)

Glocks, ox, ock and em' cocked (KILLA)

Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)

Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)

Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)

Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)



[Cam'ron: Verse 2]

I was forced to eat, anything you lost I keep

Shot the fifth and like a Piston, tossed the heat (bye)

Now around the corner, up the block, across the street

Up fifty flights aight, 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 cause they applaud my speech

One nigga crossed the chief, I know you heard he lost his teeth

And,



[Cam'ron: Hook]

Guns, cars, bitches, and (KILLA)

Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA)

Glocks, ox, ock and they cocked (KILLA)

Cam fam, damn his (KILLA)

Season and the reason you breathing (KILLA)

Who buy out the bar though (KILLA)

Who far from a star but his car is Gallardo (KILLA)