(feat. 40 Cal)

[DukeDaGod]

Before we get into this Killa Season
Let's start this %#@! off with my man 40 Cal


[40 Cal.]
Who am I? 40 Cal. mother$#&@er
Gat to your back, get down mother$#&@er

Clown mother$#&@er
(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 %#@!ted 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 %#@! he's reachin
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)


Killa Killa Killa Killa!
Killa (Killa!) Killa Killa Killa! (Killa!)


[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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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

$#&@in wit this wolf, this should be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is $#&@ 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, !@%!e lines, they come and snort a few

Killa!

[Chorus]

(KILLA!)
Guns, cars, (*##$es, and (KILLA!)
Weed, smoke, dope (KILLA!)

Glocks, ox ockin I'm @@#!ed (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 ^!$$% crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth, and it's
Killa!


[Chorus]