Cam'Ron Follow

[Hell Rell: Hook]

He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same

So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains

Y'all wanted violence, we move in silence

Silencer silenced the guns

I was the wildest, that was childish

Now I stack my ones

Shenay was in love with her school, Rich wasn't likin' her school

Shenay caught two in her ribs

He was a hustler, she's a customer

Now he's off doing a bid

T got shot with a shotgun on his block

I wish it was all pretend

Nana gettin' high, hard enough gettin' by

When is it all gonna end

Me i'm still holding on, the team still rolling strong

The ave to down the street

But i'm a street target, call me the meat market

I stay around some beef

The block still pumpin', isn't somethin'

needles, knives, and nines

Theres no tomorrow, food gettin' borrowed

What kinda life is mine

[Hell Rell: Hook]

He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same

So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains

They call me patty-cake patty-cake the bakers man I bubble bread

Beef don't stop, whose this years knuckle head?

We done scrapped and scuffled until are knuckles bled

Shot out infront of police, yelled fuck the feds!

I patrol on thee low, po-po know my steelo

Cool see, kill a cop, niggas rollin' c-lo

Pump the pedal, bike nice chain, light change

Fiends sniffin' white cane, needle, forty, and night train

Just a hype lame, you don't love em' like Dame

Three years ago I woulda robbed his dice game

Lifes changed, my snipe game still right mane

Only different is I push you to that right - lane

Gotta laugh y'all thats just blue lightning (the lambo)

Or that white thing, you on the internet pricing

I don't window shop, not me and Jim go cop

Hop through the window ock, gotdamn them bimbos hot

Dukes of Hazzard, they wanna do the limbo lock

Never had a pinto ock, first car a Benzo drop

Benzi box put between my hot wallet

And my toaster, I really had a hot - pocket

And i'm saying this real clear, y'all can't chill here

I know real thugs in wheel chairs, yeah yeah

Banged up and they still there

Party pop more bottles then a nigga on two feet in some real gear

It's real here, real near, you feel fear, males real

They don't cry if they do cry homeboy its a steal tear

Animals, lions, whales, seals, bears

Y'all fruits, cherry, grapes, still pears

Thats why niggas fuck with me, and them ladies lovin' me

They all put they trust on me, CAUSE I FLIP THAT KILLA MAN

Thats why niggas fuck with me, and them ladies lovin' me

They all put they trust on me, AND MY NAME IS KILLA CAM

[Hell Rell: Hook 2x]

He tried to play me, shit got all crazy, and things just wasn't the same

So I ran up on him, then pulled my mac out, and I blew out his brains