Killa Season

Killa Season
[Intro: Cam'ron & Don Q]
Fuc*** serious, man
Ya'll niggas is bullshittin', man
Y'all niggas is fuckin' playing games
The way this shit go is you 'posed to fuc*** go to high school
Go to college
Get out of college
Make 30 thousand
After that, then you gon' take taxes
Out the taxes you down to 20 thousand
You gotta give 10 percent of that for your student loans that you been going to fuckin' school paying for
Now you down to fuckin' 12 thousand a year
Your rent is fuckin' 500 a month
Now you down to fuckin' 5 thousand a year
You gotta eat
How you gon' get fresh?
This shit is not scheduled for us, man
We too petty, man
I'm telling you, man
Don
Yeah
Bitch
You know what time it is, ni***
Yeah, yeah
Uh, whoa
I think I'm on tune with my inner demons
He said, "It's killa season"
Should be happy you niggas breathing
Huh?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Yeah, yeah

Leavin' four deep in the Rover
I count 40K 'fore the weekend is over
They prayin' to see some exposure
It's gettin' too hard to keep my composure
I still get chills from dead homies, got me ridin' round seeking for closure
We James & them up in the club
I f*** up the house with my feet on the sofa
Hundred mill, that's my prediction
Stack up the money like it's a tradition
I got some niggas on bail that went on the run, they duckin' conviction
I heard you niggas gon' tell, you can't come around, you sellers restricted
I can't be another statistic
I woke up and I blew a dub with the district
My ni***, I'm not the one you convincin'
'Cause I play the stoop when they watchin' us
Feds on the roof with binoculars
They got the scoop, now they out for us
Breakin' cameras that they put in my face, now I'm gettin' sued by photographers
Daily hammers they get put on the waist, that's how you move when you popular
Bitch, yeah
I put the goonies on top of ya
They gon' do breakin' and entering
I hope you using your monitors
You was actin' tough for the media
You really confusing your followers
I get you touched without seeing ya
Then I go shoot out the hour
Bitch, f*** all that duckin' and hidin', we cuttin' and slidin'
These niggas shuckin and jive so ain't no surprise we never collidin'
I'm living limitless, I'm never innocent, homie, I came from the ignorance
Ain't no more rappin', can't do the spittin' if niggas invadin' the premises
I'm puttin' stones in the rolie the face got me shiverin'
I'm moving Ye out the tenements
Big homies they always told me be patient and militant
Learn how to play your positioning
Business is business don't offer me under a million 'cause I don't think I consider it
You better pay my percentages, count it all up, then I weight out the dividends
Bitch