Killa Featuring Cam'ron

Text písně Killa Featuring Cam'ron

Dude come on, you know what you gotta do this time around...Kill 'em 

You niggas aint nuthin...Kill 'em 
You niggas is frontin'...Kill 'em 
You niggas don't want it 
Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em 
My niggas they get 
Ya'll niggas can't get 
We'll kill ya to get it... 
Money, money, money, money 

[Verse 1-Juelz Sanatana] 
It's like everything I'm doing is gangsta 
My whole movement is gangsta, I manuever with gangstas 
I put the T-R-U into gangstur, I'm a nuisance to gangstas 
I be shootin' at gangstas...Kill 'em 
If he blink wrong...Kill 'em 
If he think wrong...Kill 'em 
Show this muthafucka these aint no paintballs...Kill 'em 
Put his 8 ball, dead in the side pocket 
Some lead from a hot rocket, left in his side pocket...Kill 'em 
Fuck a microwave, that'll turn his head into a hot pocket 
I'm begging you, ock stop it, cause never do I stop it 
Whenever do I pop it, I kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em 
Yeah, I lay around all day, with the pound all day 
Dog, I don't play around all day, no 
I pop up with the glock, like it's groundhog's day 
And then I let a round off maynn 
Now how that sound off maynn, when that pound go bang 
Ya face chow ol mein, byeeee....chow lo mein 
I'm great, when you see me, bow 'ol maynn 

[Hook 2x] 

[Verse 2-Juelz Santana] 
When the glock go bang, when the shot go bang 
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em 
And I'm not no game, I pop those thangs 
All you goin' hear is kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em 
For them nachos, I'll kill ya, for my block yo, I'll kill ya 
Let this nigga know he's not no guerilla 
And that's not no chinchilla, that's a chopped up gorilla 
That they chopped up to get ya, and you bought it, killa 
This is not a real nigga, he is not in my picture 
I eat lobster for dinner, he got spam on his plate 
He got ham on his plate, I don't eat pork 
Hand me some steak, nigga hand me some cake 
'Fore I hand you a eight, like a muthafuckin' hand that you shake...bitch 
Give you five nigga, I'm alive nigga 
Who, what, where, when ,why nigga, I nigga...Kill 'em 


[Verse 3-Cam'Ron] 
What's my name...Killa, who I be with...Killas 
What them bitches say...Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa 
There go a cat fight, bitches they spar for dome 
In the car they foam, never seen cars with phones 
Santana, I give any part to homes 
eye ear heart or bone, back out the orange cones 
Even though I go right at the Sergant's dome 
Right with my orange stones, we aren't home 
Get moving and took out, I'm using the hood route 
Hustla please, man you was the lookout 
Man just lookout, I'ma raging bull, with amazing ??, so im Paid in Full 
But this no movie prop, doggy this the oozie rod 
That leave ya cutie rootie, tootie, lil bootie pac 
This my dutie doc, you try to sue me, stop 

How you judge me, I get Judge Judy shot 
Now sue me ox, I just lay and smile 
I'll rape ya child, they wont make the trial... 

Killa, Killa, Santana, Dipset, Killa


Diskografie Juelz Santana – Juelz Santana