[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]