Cam'Ron - Me Killa Lyrics
[Verse 1]With the goons I sparStay in tune with maShe like, "damnThis the realest since 'Kumbaya'"Bomaye, Killa Cam, my lordStill the man with the panScrilla fan, oh boy and*****es, they want to neuter meNiggas, they want to Judah meThe hooligan in Houlihan'sManeuvering's nothin' new to meDoggy, I'm from the land of grindPan pan: gram or dime?Not toes or MCWhen I say "Hammertime"Beef: I hammer mineWhen I get my hands on ninesIf I had on 'Bama lineCorduroys, Cam will shineCanary burgundy:I call it "Lemon Red"Yellow diamonds in my earCall em "Lemonheads"Lemonhead end up deadIce like WinnipegGemstone, FlinstonesYou could say I'm friends with FredYou unhappy scrappy?I got Pataki at me*****es say I'm "tacky daddy"Range look like Laffy Taffy[Hook][Verse 2]I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as *****Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' upRob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it upI do both, who am I to ***** tradition up?So I parked in a tow-away zoneChrome...I don't careThat car a throwaway, homesWelcome to HarlemWhere you welcome to problemsOff of furlough, fellow felons get pardonsThem niggas newbie bangStood out like Pootie TangSoon as the stoolie singsThat when the toolie sing!Bang! Bang! came from that movie ringSnap, crack jewelry blingFlapjack, ooh he bringClack-clack, "ooh he ring!"Bad rap, cuties clingAss cap, put em in the riverI'm the sushi kingAnd I'mma keep ya freshLet the fish eat ya fleshYes sir, please confessJust say he's the best[Hook][Verse 3]How dope is this?Teach you how to rope a chickWhat you want: coke or piff?Got it all, smoke or sniff?And you know my driftUsed to figures, dough and shitYou a rooster niggaThis a roaster, *****And I roast ya *****That's how it usually endsTell her and her groupie friendsGo get their coochie cleansedWe the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci menEscada, PradaThe chopper it got the Uzi lensBird's-eye viewThe birds I knew flip birdsBird gangs, it was birds I flewAnd word I blew off herb I grewI would serve on stoopsNow swerve in coupes
