Verse 1:   Uh, Killa   Harlem World, '89, black Jordans they were mine   Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mine   Baby my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime)   Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime   Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat   You know, hater time, cat food, fancy feast   Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats   Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street   We hopped the D-train, you don't understand us freezed   No hassle heifer, did we battle, never   We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers   From Gimbals we gained, make it simple and plain   I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame   I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish game   Once you meddle with Cam, ma'am, its never the same   So you through with the peekin', you pursuin' and seekin'   You know the season, Killa   What you doin' this weekend, huh, Killa      Chorus:   (Weekend Love)   You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be   You could be, you could be, you could be   (And I don't have time on the weekend)   You could be my, you could be my   (Weekend Love)   You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be   You could be, you could be, you could be   (Then maybe we can try to work it out)      Verse 2:   Uh, Killa   Some say that I'm belligerent, others say that I'm ignorant   I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment   Everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it   Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs they're Benedict   They don't ever remember shit, all they want is their membership   Only one that they gettin' is Jenkins, that's the end of it   They want designer recliner along with benefits   Won't take a risk, but wanna spread the mick   Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other gender thick   You seen my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday   We'll eat Friday's on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on Sundays   Drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L   Play catch and kiss, if you don't kiss and tell   Take the city bus, or come through with chauffers   We could do Air Ones hun or Louis loafers   Yeah i'm truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters   Put up Killa Season, now who the reason   Come through this weekend, huh, huh      Chorus      Verse 3:   Uh, Killa, Killa, Killa   I drive big cars, puff heaven haze   Not just the weekend, that's seven days   Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's lemon   That's the color, wanna play 7-11   You know, catch and hump, your butt got a extra rump   Forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump   Don't mean to be extra, but ma, extra stunts   Extra money, extra piff, extra blunts   Extra, extra, really some neck I want   Not the dude for help, but you're truly felt   Ass fat, stomach flat, I could see ya Louis belt   Mine on too, for any gunplay   I'm a troublemaker, yeah yeah, some say   You model material, you need a runway   So let's runaway, we could hit the runway   Round-trip not a one way, come play   Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday   Back on Sunday, make work Monday      Chorus