[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]