Dipset! Fore I set it off, okay, first off, you a bytch nikka. Knock knock, whos there? Killa Cam! Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla, true! Ma, I been hugging the block. Thats right, hustling rocks. Im from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fukk. Rich and A hit the kitchens, they were pitchin up. Rob Base, Ma$e, Doug E. Fresh switched it up. I do both, who am I to fukk tradition up? With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma. She like, Damn, this the realest since Kumbaya! Bomaye, Killa Cam, my lord. Still the man with the plan, scrilla fan, oh boy. bytches, they want to neuter me. nikkas, they wanna Judah me. The hooligan in Houlihans, maneuverings nothin new to me. Doggy, Im from the land of the grind, where these kids need food. nikkas need guidance, and bytches need rules.
ListenI been coppin them pieces. Maybe thats part of the reason I feel like a boxerbobbin and weavin. But Im gettin headshes bobbin and weavin. Yes sir! Im grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin, Ima wild out until I part with my breathin. But when it came to dope, I always copped it in fingers. Money missin, oh shyt, I almost chopped some fingers. Slit some wrists, thats when they said, Oh shyt, hes not a singer. fukk the rap, fukk movies, fukk Siskel and Ebert. The pistol Ill squeeze it, missiles if needed. Killa! Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes. Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake. Bird gangs, it was birds I flew. And word I blew, off herb I grew. I would swerve on stoops, now I swerve in coupes. Im like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical. Its not irrationalI grew up radical.
Look mamiIm no good. Im so hood. I run scandals with savages. All my nikkas get together to gather loot. Bodyguard for what? Dog, Id rather shoot. I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots, hand grenade, goggles and a parachute. I chop up the rocks, and I stock up the drop. Blocka blocka block! Hello mate. Yellow tape; helicopter your spot. What you wanted is not what you got, and I pop up them cops, cause dog, it aint about Cam. I got a son homeboy, its about Cam. Its about being bout it, if youre not, youre ass backwards. My mathematics, cause cash matters. Little nikkas need to sit up and read. If the towns too hot, get up and leave. nikkas already got a trick up their sleeve. nikka like me? I always got a brick up my sleeve.
And I got some girls, about five or six. And a five and six, about five or six. I surprise the chick, thats when her eyes get lit, let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick. Who as live as this? My pool size is sick, but swim in my pants and dive for dikk. Lookin like Im nicotine, but its all for the green like Listerine. Had to diss the queen, thinkin Im gon get her jeans. I aint Ginuwine, ma, my mission is mean. All the nikkas on my team fixin to get the cream. I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano. Got the Cris and the ganja and its gettin her calmer. Now she cryin, she missin her mama, but she just a steppin stone for me, now Im hittin Madonna. And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna. Guess its just my persona, got her kissin my condom. Ay yo, I pull up to the hotel with my shyt on blast. Tell the valet, Motherfukker, dont hit my Jag! Seen the bell boy, nikka he can kiss my ass. Just show me my room, and get my bags. Saw the girl, thats my hon, almost dropped his glass. I guess he was really shocked when I touched her ass.
Im on the westside of Chicago, lookin for a bust-down to make me put my two arms up. Touchdown! So come home with me, where the girls wanna come home with me. They say, Cam, if you need dome, hit me! My dikk hard as a motherfukker. You dont what?! Tell that shyt to another sucker. I aint no sucka, mama, come on, fukk the drama. And kiss it down, little pucker-rama. Im so active, you being so drastic. Got something for your face, fukk Pro-Activ. Yo, I need a girl that can sing like Selena, ass like Trina, t*ts like Janet, get beat like Tina. Have you seen her?
