War Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'ron

(Intro: Hell Rell) 

Yea this sound like a movie right here 

Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack! 

Bullets & Gunsmoke! DIPSET! 

(Hell Rell) 

Now... 

If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em 

Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them 

I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him 

pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em 

I got some A-rab's hitting me with coke 

And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes 

A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick 

Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip 

Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars 

Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar 

And everything I hear is garbage to me 

You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me 

I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me 

I'm putting in alot of work man acknowledge a G... 

Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams 

I'm poppin off by myself I don't need no Cam 

I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz 

I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz 

I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz... 

What they name again?...What they claim again? 

Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite 

You procrastinated so I got you assasinated 

Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's 

Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey 

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(Hook 2X: Cam'Ron) 

WE BLASTIN' BIG TECS (TECS!) 

CASHIN' BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!) 

NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?...I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!) 

WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH WET (WET) 

AND THE KIDS GO..."LOOK DAD DIPSET!" 

(Cam'Ron) 

DIIIIPSET! 

If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!) 

It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns) 

I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke) 

No 40 or J.R, I go stupid hard (stupid hard!) 

What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?) 

My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!) 

Photos 

Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house) 

Plus a partition... bath, bar, kitchen 

Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!) 

Every car driven... yeah from hard living (hard living) 

Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica 

Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?) 

Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"? 

YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling 

Eat at Reyo's... Fettucini, Spaghetti things 

Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that) 

Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant 

I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan" 

Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing 

You don't like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true) 

She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually) 

That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga 

My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill 

Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill 

(Hook)