Before we get this Killa Season Let's start this off with my man 40 Cal
Who am I? 40 Cal. Gat to back, get down motherfucker motherfucker (You will be wonderin' what are we do now)
Let me try to I shoot his truck up just to him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing When we see you fire and aim
'Cause when I them thangs it's like (You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now) I gotta watch who wit me, who pretty Drop two on a hot new Bentley
But when it come to drops say he cop too many like, (You will be wonderin' what are we do now) with wonderful Cal (They Hummers in brown)
Nah, I just shitted on you, haters lovin' my style I'm a model, I make the hustlers proud I the customers smile (You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with If it ain't Vivica or somebody down the block the suspense is killin' ya like, wow (You will be wonderin' are we gonna do now)
That's Cal, we see him we He schemin', he be Heard he kill people, we him Oh shit reachin' (You be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa,
Killa for murda once, no redial Just see child, the O G style and how I to be wild the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now Yeah, the whoscal, oh, child you wasn't
snitched, if he did, I'd be doin' a hundred years Did the interstate, big cities, ones Took over niggaz towns, black ties, bums hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to me some Zeke right me dun, dun, he play by all the rules why the house is his, the cars, all the jewels Ya'll niggaz all are fools, your married with children
Dawg, to five, office, pool Couldn't live that life, I loft and pool I had too class, I ain't report to school If they report to school, I the stool, extort the fool
Took off his jewels, he cool, gun to mouth, they often drool Fuckin' wit wolf, this should be taught to you Ya money don't matter, what you can't to do Is fuck wit me dawg, that be affordable
Hide ya mom, police protection, that's when I'm convertible, TV's are portable Fiends on line, coke lines, they and snort a few
(Killa) Guns, cars, and (Killa) Weed, smoke, (Killa)
Glocks, ox I'm cocked (Killa) Cam, fam, damn, (Killa)
Season and the reason you (Killa) Who buy out the bar (Killa) Who far from a but they car is Gallardo? (Killa)
I was forced to eat, anything you lost I Shot the fifth, and then like a Piston, the heat Now round the corner, up the block, cross the Up flights, right where the bosses meet
And the Porsche is peach, like Boston George Left Boston Market, did on Boston Beach Now, I the beach, all because they applaud my speech One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he lost his teeth and
(Killa) Guns, cars, and (Killa) Weed, smoke, (Killa)
Glocks, ox I'm cocked (Killa) Cam, fam, damn, (Killa)
and the reason you breathin' (Killa) Who buy out the bar (Killa) Who far from a star but car is Gallardo? (Killa)