Mobb Deep, Cormega - Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track) lyrics

(Heh heh, yeah ha ha haha, right)
Part the crowd like the Red Sea
(My niggas fight to this)
Don't even tempt me

We wanna kill you (My niggas fight to this)
We wanna kill you (My clip's empty)

Ayo, peace to our way of life
Hats off to all the trife
This holster's for the autos
And foot-long knives
Especially for stacks of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps
Now lemme take y'all niggas back
To my basics of this
Your anxious to flip fag, catch a face lift
My shank do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole mob got the same patience
Throw on your track Asics
And make moves like a spaceship
We pack places, Infamous bangs your nation
You're light at the weight station
That weak shit need replacin
Put this in heavy rotation
Overdose music, it's therapeutic to the user
Drive awhile under the influence of this
Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull
My tape out your deck
Me and Mobb tryna connect
Like thirty-thousand dollar links
Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha L's
And weed so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scopin' me
Hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny
Jacuzzi waters soakin' me
Floatin' in a smokin' Durango
Doin' my thing yo
My MAC-milli (what?) , sweeter than a mango
Son, you know the drilly
The drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives
And armed robbery my rhyme rid graffiti as
A live nigga prophecy mega poetic
Rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn
But don't wet it scarface persona
I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this spray shit
You banned from the projects your love here
(fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes
Fully automated you semi-crime related
Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you can't fuck with, what?!

Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin' all that shit
Don't even got cash yet
I floss, try to get away no gats tossed
Got drama with my clique I'ma
Take it to the source
QBC representative, I'm just tryin to live
If I can't get to you
I'ma take it to your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son
Somethin' gotta give if I can't live
Then ain't nothin' gonna live
That's dead ass
'bout to put this whole shit in the smash
You real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
The?darkside?, you gonna squeal
Like them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth
Nothin' but hot shit pop shit
Couldn't fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless
Put your whole shit outta service
We don't smoke shit (thank God for this)
Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us
You'd just be assed up
Hustlin' for petty get cats
(come on now, you know I know)
When it come to gats I'ma hold
Never bite my tongue
Let them playa haters know, how we comin'
Straight comin' through while you runnin'
Get done in, had that ass shakin' like a
Bitch when she comin' one in a mil'
Slipped that ass like a mickey
It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga
Just come and get me

(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)