It’s Killa Cam'ron

[Intro]
Killa...
You know I can talk about what I wanna talk about
Them statute of limitations is up for them drugs
Far as them murders, I never knew nuttin' anyway, haha
I was sleep, haha yo

[Verse 1]
Yo, '97 huh, drugs I moved a big amount
Chick in my crib, her ribs I'm 'bout to dig it out
Then Ma$e called, said "Yo, I'm stuck inside some bitch's house"
Her boyfriend at the door, could I hurry up and get him out
Aight, what's the address? Homie said "Kingsbridge"
That was great I had some niggas right on Bainbridge
Yeah, we play but believe it ain't no game kid
Hopped off the elevator, aimed it at that lame lid
I ain't give a damn, yeah Cam I was gung-ho
Got this nigga home and he passed me a hundo ($100 dollars?!)
Told him straight up I ain't feeling him
Let me curve this nigga 'fore I end up killing him
I would make 80k on a lazy day
Then I watched him play Pop Lotti against Baby Maine
At this time I'm moving heroin in Maryland
They both died and this nigga turned reverand!
Had the hood hot, FBI agents 'round
We need a referee, shit, that shit a flagrant foul
Fuck it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres
On the highway nigga moving that Eukanuba