Intro (feat. 40 Cal)

[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)

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 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!

[Chorus]