文本歌词

Killa - Cam'ron
Cam'ron
I might long mink it
Or fly fox itmight floor seat it
Or skybox itwhat's in my pocket don't worry I got
Itaraab hit em with a sky rocket
You a love cuffer me and my blood brothers cook
The beef like fuddruckers duck sucker
What I think of them I ain't no judge f****r
What I deal with nothin' but drugs brothersmack ya girl
Kill ya pops take ya mother
Stab ya aunt hit ya sis duct tape ya brotherfirst
Jordans all suede jamaican colors
Make em take cover
Me I teach laundering
Coke please bond with meonly time you meet girls on
E harmony
The block I treat like the pharmacy
From the back of delanor to the armory
Killa killa killa killa
Killa killa killa killa
Sliiiiiiiiiime
Yo if these walls could speak they'd tell me let's
Go
Like wall street billy first meet gordon gecko
Was ambitious determined I'm in joe pesch mode
They put my name in the black book 'cuz they
Petro
Black retro's yeah them 60 plus
And black expo necks broke just to look at us
Ridiculous delivery the boss typeshe fell in love with my
Kick game like posh spice
Half the s**t you spit plain you part nice
Half the brick is cooked cain that's hard white
Automar bright all the haters respect it
Feel like the governor in the schwarzenegger collection
I'm just f**kin' them I don't care who she slept
Withshorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic
These rappers hot combs your boy the next pick
I don't straighten it out get blown when the tech
Spit
Yo I was always a smart ass pullin' bm's out
Of park ave
Hand the rock to em off the ground like a
Bounce pass
Coke cash
So was my heart when the pound blast
You could f**k up some paper just make sure gutter
Mouth stash
No outkast love me low in the big boi
Border her ass throw some d's on it like rich
Boy
Benz high class crown vic's be our 6 4
s**t is like crenshaw way to be blood and crip
Calls
He ain't lying get thrown from the 6th floor
Blown from the 4 5 my d**k in ya B***h
Jaw
All them diamonds that's what my wrist for
Any problems that's what the clique for
f**k a big tour I sail on the sick shore
Girls are like lotto doggy I pick 4
Word homie
They phony
Macy's neiman's bloomy's they know me
Killa killa killa killa
Killa killa killa killa
Killa killa killa killa
Killa killa killa killa