He tried to play me
Shit got all crazy
But things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him
Then pulled my mac out
And I blew out his brains
Why all with the violence
We move in silence
Silence plus silence the guns
I was the wildest
That was childish
Now I stack my ones
Shinay was in love with her school
Rich wasn't liking his school
Shinay caught two in the ribs
He was a hustler
She's a customer
Now he's off doing a bid
Tee got shot with a shotgun on his block
I wish it was all pretend
Nana would get high
Hard enough getting buy
When is it all gonna end
Me I'm still holding on
The team still rollin' strong
The ave is down the street
But I'm a street target
Call me a meat market
I stay around some beef
The blocks still pumpin'
Isn't it somethin'?
Needles, knives and nines
There's no tomorrow
Food getting borrowed
What kind of life is mine?
He tried to play me
Shit got all crazy
But things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him
Then pulled my mac out
And I blew out his brains
They call me "patty cake patty cake the bakers man", I bubble bread (bread)
Beef don't stop, who's this years knuckle head? (knuckle head)
We done scrapped and scuffled until our knuckles bled (bled)
Shot out in front of police, yell fuck a fed! (fuck a fed)
I patrol on d-lo, po-po know my steelo
Who seen killa cop, nigga's rolling see-lo
Pump the peddle bike, nice chain, light chain
Fiends sniffin' white caine, needle, 40 and night train (that's Harlem)
Just a hype lame, you'll never like dame (why)
Three years ago I would of robbed his dice game (true)
Life's changed my snipe game's the right main (what's the difference?)
Only difference is I'll push you to that right lane (whip in traffic)
Gotta laugh y'all that's just blue lightning (the lamb)
Or that white thing, you on the internet pricing (pricing?)
I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop
Hop through the window ock, god damn them bimbo's hot (hot)
Dukes of hazard, they wanna do the limbo lock
Never had a pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop (Mercedes)
"Bens and bops", put between my hot wallet
And my toaster, I really had a hot pocket
And I'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here
I know real thugs in wheelchairs
Yeah yeah, and you can't steal there
Party pop more bottles than a nigga on two feet and some real gear
It's real here, real near, you feel fear, a meals real
They don't cry, if they do cry homeboys a steel tear
Animals, lions, whales, seals, bears
Y'all fruits, cherries, grapes, stale pears
That's why niggas fuck with me
And them ladies loving me
They all put they trust in me
'Cause I flip that Killa man
That's why niggas fuck with me
And them ladies loving me
They all put they trust in me
And my name is Killa Cam
He tried to play me
Shit got all crazy
But things just wasn't the same
So I ran up on him
Then pulled my mac out
And I blew out his brains
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