[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa
Killa, bases loaded (Uh-huh)
Zeke on first, Santana on second (Uh), Jim on third (Yeah)
I'm at bat (One, two, three)
I'm about to hit this shit out the world (Killa)
Uh, Heatmakerz, clap, clap
Sing, Killa
Clap, sing
Clap, sing, huh, sing, sing
Clap, sing
Killa, Killa, yo, uh

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
With the goons, I spar (Spar), stay in tune with ma (What up, baby?)
She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'" (Word?)
Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord)
Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam on board (On board)
Now bitches, they wanna neuter me, n***as, they wanna tutor me
The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me
Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, Pan Pan, gram or dime?
Not toes or MC when I say, "Hammer time"
Beef, I hammer mine when I get my hands on nines
If I had on 'Bama-line corduroys, Cam'll shine (I'm still fly)
Canary burgundy, I call it lemon red (Lemon red)
Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em Lemonheads
Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg
Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred (Fred)
You unhappy, Scrappy? (What's wrong, Scrappy?) I got Pataki at me (Come on, I got the government at me)
Bitches say I'm tacky, daddy, Range look like Laffy Taffy (That's paint)
[Interlude: Cam'ron]
Sing
Uh, it's me
Clap
Uh
Sing, uh, it's me, clap
Uh, sing, clap, uh, it's me
Uh
Clap
Harlem, I know y'all know about this (Killa)

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchens, then were pitchin' up (La Familia)
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it up (Crack to rap)
I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa)
So I parked in a tow-away zone, chrome (So what, man?)
I don't care, that car a throwaway, homes (Killa)
Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems (Problems)
Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons
Them n***as knew we bang, stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stoolie sing, that's when the toolie sing
Bang-bang, came from that movie ring
Snap, crack, jewelry bling, flapjack, ooh, he bring
Clack-clack, coolie ring, bad rap, cuties cling
Ass cap, put him in the river, I'm the sushi king
And I'ma keep you fresh, let the fish eat your flesh
Yes, sir, please confess, just say he's the best (Killa)
[Interlude: Cam'ron]
Sing
Clap, uh
Yes, uh, it's me
Sing
Uh
Sing, uh, clap, yes, sir, uh
Sing, clap
Uh
It's me, sing, clap
Let me end this shit, listen (Killa)
Yo

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
How dope is this?
Teach you how to rope a chick (Easy)
What you want, coke or piff?
Got it all, smoke or sniff? (Everything)
And you know my drift
Used to figures, dough and shit (Millions)
You a rooster n***a (Rooster), just a roaster, bitch
And I roast your bitch, that's how it usually ends
Tell her and her groupie friends go get they coochie cleansed
We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men (We fly)
Escada, Prada, the chopper, it got the Uzi lens (Uzi)
Bird's-eye view, the birds I knew
Flip birds, bird things, it was birds I flew
And word I blew off herb I grew (Grew)
I would serve on stoops, now swerve in coupes
It's me
[Outro: Opera Steve & Cam'ron]
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Sing, Killa, uh)
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam
Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa, Killa, Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam, Killa

[Skit]
Alright, so you're here
Purple Haze the album
You ready?
Roll that shit
Light that shit
Now smoke that shit
Now get ready for the drama