This joint is crack... props to that n*** Cam'Ron... Here's how it do for Source though.
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Cam'Ron - "Killa Cam"
Lyrics
Killa... by definition I am / On the lam, pockets empty as I'm ditchin' them grams
I gotta move my own weight / So fuck a dooms-date, I pursue my own fate
Through my own state, crossin' every boundary / Nigga's linin up to hate, too often they surroundin' me
But these fucker's bound to see, Source just aint the type / You bout to get left, so of course you can't get right
I'm into takin' white, give it out, I'm given green / For them things that lift the fiends, till they diggin different scenes
Pissin in latrines, sorta like we in marines / You spittin piff like Source, that's likely in ya dreams
Who might be in ya team, so I can make the roster cuts / Stunt cuz we got the bucks, one check can cop the trucks
So we pop the ducks, cock-blockers gotsa duck / Lock Stock, what a shock, you're outta stock and outta luck
[HOOK] x2
We gain what they give us
Our pain be the realest
Tear stains on my pillows, but dang can they feel us?
I hang wit' the dealers...
Big Gangs of gorillas...
Source ain't Cam, but damn they sayin' I'm a killa
[HOOK]
If you tracked all my tracks, you'd be on-track in seconds / Takin' shots and makin' hits, I'm goin' after records
It's known that I'm wreckless, a man on a mission / So know I'm gon be head-less in a head-on collision
Headphones and visions, Source gotta succeed / A man was missin', till I was forced outta the seed
Now I bleed to my brain, tryna see through the rain / Dope flows in my veins, as I weave through ya lanes
Leavin' who to blame, heatin' wit a blueish flame / Thinkin I won't bruise ya frame, just peep how I do my dame
These kids abuse my game, take it and recycle it / I aim and let the rifle spit, be thankful that I write this shit
And remain nice wit it, till the day my coffin drops / From sparkin' lots in parkin' lots, my hood stay chalkin' cops
Never do we walk and stop, same ol same ol / Even if you dealt a bad hand, damn... you can't fold
[HOOK]
