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Lyrics by: Cam'ron, Kanye West
# Debut Chart
29 Jan '05 R&B
94 Feb '05 Hot 100


Uh, Killa (ooh, baby) baby Kanye, this that 1970's Heroin flow huh Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking 'Bout who high who not) Uh, I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing To kill the game this year) (Killa, yay, come on)

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Uh uh aiyyo Street mergers I legislated The nerve I never hated On murders we meditated Absurd I hesitated Observe cock and spray Hit you from a block away Drinking Saki on a Suzuki Me and old Psycho Dave Playing soccer stupid Stay in a sucker's place Pluck your ace Take your girl, fuck her face She dealing with Killa So you love her taste She swallowing Killa Cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking Kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the chicks Who really thought I was from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking I feel like Bill Cosby Pouring in the pudding Now the dashboard is wooden From a hard tangled grammar Interior inferior Star-spangled banner Car game bananas My man and Tana Guns everywhere like The car came with hammers He's back [CHORUS] They trying to say he (down, down) I hear niggas saying he (down but not out) But our flow's the truest (oh) The game's in a nuisance (no no) Our girls is the models (oh) They coochies the juicest (ooooh) Yeah, they say he (down, down) Yeah, they say he (down but not out) Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) Money back on my mind (no no) Yeah and Killa Cam (oh) The world is mine (ooh) I keep bitches straight up Like Simon Says Open vagina Put your legs behind your head Cop me air ones, hon Lime and red You got pets me too Mines are dead Doggy on fire Minks gators that's necessary Accessories My closet's pet cemetery I get approached By animal activists I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages All my niggas get together To gather loot Bodyguard for what, dog I'd rather shoot I go to war Old timb batted boots Hand grenade, goggle And a parachute Ya'll don't even know The name of my fleet It was touch me, tease me When Case was the shit You don't know About the cases I get Court case, briefcase Suitcase, cases of Cris [repeat CHORUS] Yo aiyyo You dealing with some sure shit My bitches pure thick Play razor tag Slice your face bury It's I who come by drive through Gator told Maury Three quarters sky blue Look at mami Eyes blue, five two I approached her Hi, boo, how you Tony skin Louis Oh you fly too You a stewardess Good, ma, I fly too Now a nigga got baking to bey Harlem shake, naw I'm in Harlem shaking away Shaking to bake Shaking to Jake's Kill you, shoot the funeral up And Harlem shake at your wake Kiss your picture though you Still taped in a lake I'm laughing You couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the four I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so Uh, Killa [repeat CHORUS] Mine Killa you already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit Nap town, St. Louis Chicago, of course Westside, holla at me Southside wild honeys You know what it is, Ohio Columbus, holla at your boy You know what else I do Dayton, Youngstown Cleveland, Cincinnati


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