Cam'ron - It's k**a lyrics

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Cam'ron - It's k**a lyrics

[Intro] k**a... You know I can talk about what I wanna talk about Them statute of limitations is up for them d** Far as them murders, I never knew nuttin' anyway I was sleep, yo [Verse 1] '97 huh, d** I moved a big amount Chick in my crib I [?] I'm 'bout to dig it out Then Mase called, said "Yo I'm stuck inside some b**hes 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 n***as right on [?] bridge 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 n***a home and he pa**ed me a hundo Told him straight up I ain't feeling him Let me curve this n***a 'fore I end up k**ing 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 h**n in Maryland They both died and this n***a turned reverand! Had the hood hot, FBI and agents ran We need a referee, sh**, that sh** a flagrant foul f** it, kept it moving with my true manoeuvres On the high way n***a moving that [?] [Hook] When them drum fly, when them drum fly Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy n***a that's k**a, n***a that's k**a Motherf**er that's k**a, motherf**er that's k**a From your tour days, from your tour days To your court case, dressed in the North Face n***a that's k**a, n***a that's k**a Motherf**er that's k**a, motherf**er that's k**a [Verse 2] I smoke pounds you clown, homie you heard the bluff All your murder stuff, man I heard enough NFL murderers, you heard of us This when Herb McGruff used to serve the dust Task force, homicide, DT's and other narcs My j**ellery wear that frozen like my mothers heart Bless her heart lord, me I'm some other shark But the way I get money that's another art Where should a brother start? How I used to pump in parks Or how I parked n***as on the side of the barber shop Give me some Skittles, beast mode, I'm hard to stop My life's cement, not wood, so it's hard to knock n***as get knocked off get knocked, the bill paid From that 212, two-twelving with that 12 gauge God's child, you owe me money? See hells raised You got two weeks and my two weeks is twelve days [Hook] When them drum fly, when them drum fly Make your son cry, say hi to the bad guy n***a that's k**a, n***a that's k**a Motherf**er that's k**a, motherf**er that's k**a From your tour days, from your tour days To your court case, dressed in the North Face n***a that's k**a, n***a that's k**a Motherf**er that's k**a, motherf**er that's k**a

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