CAM'RON - Killa Cam

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    CAM'RON LYRICS
    
    "Killa Cam"
    [Voice]
    Killa kam
    Killa kam
    Killa kam
    Killa killa
    Killa kam
    
    [Cam'ron]
    
    [Verse 1]
    
    With the goons i spy
    Stay in tune with ma
    She like damn
    This the realest since kumbaya
    Kumbyay killa kam my lord
    Still the man with pants
    Scrill fam oh boy
    They want neuter me
    They want tutor me
    The hooligan in hoolahands
    Maneuvering is nothin new to me
    Doggy i'm from the land of crime
    Pan pan gram or dime
    Not toes or mc
    When i say hammertime
    Beef i'm hammer mine
    When i get my hands on nines
    If i had on bammerline
    Cordourys kam will shine
    Canary burgandy
    I call it lemon red
    Yellow diamonds in my ear
    Call em lemonheads
    Lemonhead end up dead
    Ice like Winnipeg
    Gemstones flinstones
    You could say i'm friends with fred
    You want happy scrappy
    I got pataki at me
    Bitches say i'm tacky daddy
    Range look like laffy taffy
    
    [Chorus]
    
    [Voice]
    Kill kam
    Killa kam
    Killa kam
    Killa killa
    Killa kam
    
    [Verse 2]
    
    I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck
    Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up
    Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up
    I do both who am i to fuck tradition up
    So i parked in a tow-away zone
    Chrome i dont care
    I'll call it throwaway homes
    Welcome to harlem
    Where you welcome to problems
    Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings
    Canabuy banks
    Stand out like puty tanks
    Soon as the studie sings
    That when the tudy sing
    Bang bang came from that movie rang
    Snap crack jewelry bling
    Flat jack who he bring
    Clack clack cooley ring
    Bad rap cuties claim
    Ascap put em in the river
    I'm the sushi king
    And i'm keep it fresh
    Let the fish eat ya flesh
    Yes sir please confess
    Just say he's the best
    
    [Chorus]
    
    How dope is this
    Teach you how to rope a chick
    What you want
    Coke or piff
    I got it all smoke or sniff
    And you know my drift
    Used to figures doe and shit
    You a roosted bitch
    Just a roasted bitch
    And i roast ya bitch
    That how i usually am
    Tell her and her groupie friends
    Go get they gucci cleanse
    We the moody gucci louie and pucci men
    A skada prada
    The chopper it got the uzi lens
    Bird's eye view
    The birds i knew
    Flip birds
    Birds gang
    It was birds i flew
    And word i flew
    Or herb i grew
    I would serve on stoops
    Now it swerve in coupes
    
    [Chorus]
    
    
    [Thanks to sodenman73090@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
    [Thanks to Toya314_2005@msn.com, eric_hartmann_1@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]

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