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Killa Cam

Cam'ron (Ft. Opera Steve)

Purple Haze
Released December 7, 2004
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[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (Killa!)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Bases loaded)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam (Uh-huh)
Killa Cam, Cam (Santana on second, Jim on third)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (I'm at bat)
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (I'm 'bout to hit this shit out the world)
Killa Cam (Ugh, Heatmakerz), Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam (Hahahaha)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (We make this shit clap)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam
Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (Killa! Killa!)
Killa Cam, Cam, Killa
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma (What up?)
She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'"
Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord)
Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam, on board
Now bitches, they want to neuter me, niggas, they want to tutor me
The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me
Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, pan-pan: gram or dime?
Not toes or MC when I say "hammer time"
Beef: I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines
If I had on 'Bama line, Corduroys, Cam'll shine
Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" (Red)
Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads"
Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg
Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred
You unhappy, scrappy? (What's going on, Scrappy?)
I got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm "Tacky Daddy," Range look like Laffy Taffy

[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap)
(Harlem, I know y'all know about this)
Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!)
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' up
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up (Crack to rap)
I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa!)
So I parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome...I don't care
That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!)
Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems
Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons
Them niggas knew we bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stoolie sings
That when the toolie sing!
Bang! Bang!
Came from that movie ring
Snap, crack jewelry bling
Flapjack, ooh he bring
Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!"
Bad rap, cuties cling
Ass cap, put them in the river
I'm the sushi king
And I'ma keep ya fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir, please confess
Just say he's the best (Killa!)
[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam (sing)
Killa Cam Cam (clap)
Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes)
Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing)
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh)
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap)
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam (it's me)
Killa Cam (sing, clap)
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
(Let me end this shit, listen)
Killa Cam Cam Killa

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
(Killa!) Yo
How dope is this?
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want: coke or piff?
Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything)
And you know my drift
Used to figures, dough and shit (millions)
You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch
And I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually ends
Tell her and her groupie friends
Go get their coochie cleansed
We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men
Escada, Prada
The chopper it got the Uzi lens
Bird's-eye view
The birds I knew flip birds
Bird gangs, it was birds I flew
And word I blew off herb I grew
I would serve on stoops
Now swerve in coupes
It's me, sing! Killa, uhh

[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam
Killa Killa Killa Cam
Killa Cam Cam Killa

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