Cam'ron – Me Killa Lyrics

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[Hook: Shy Boogs]
Killah, k-killah, k-killah
Drug dealer, skanless nigga

'less nigga, 'less nigga
Come again, me say me

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, I don't know what you heard, but I'm cool with the drama
Couple people still alive cause I'm cool with their mama
Niggas thinking I'm with JuJu cause I'm in love
She ain't black, man, she Cuban, her mother the plug

I can make cocaine
Crack too, baking soda, propane

No halves or quarters, I do the whole thing
Take a sniff you'll be on that soulplane, oh mane

Money makers linked up because we feel each ther
Last name Giles, but run it like the Felix brothers
Wanna bet? Then let's deal, it gets real
Over that juice I play Bishop and press steel


[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Yo, any beef, man, I muzzle it, go
In the middle of the summer I be shoveling snow
What fight? What fight you had? Man, you tussle with hoes
Before I met Terrence Howard, Cam hustled and flowed
Be in meetings in my pajamas
Turnt out some [?]
You get it like I get it then meet me in the Bahamas
[?] I'm bulding the benihanas
Still in the hood, though ain't in on any drama
Or the projects parked waiting on your mama
Or the park in the projects to beating with piranhas
Call this an Apartheid, baby, I'm from the far side
Trafficking a lot, it's just a car ride


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