Lyrics Don Q – Killa Season

Cam’ron:
Fucking serious, man
Ya’ll niggas is bullshittin’, man
Y’all niggas is fuckin’ playing games

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 fuck 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 nigga, 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, fuck 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