Mobb Deep, Cormega - Killaz Theme lyrics

Aiyo, peace to our way of life
Hats off to all the trife
Let's toast the fully autos
And foot long knives
Especially for stacks of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform
Some blow off steam raps
Now let me take y'all niggas back
To my basics of this
You're 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
Drivin' while under the influence of this
Careful cause you might just crash your shit
Total your whip
And still pull my tape out your deck
Me and Montana connect
Like thirty thousand dollar linx
Unpopable, unstoppable, top of you

Yo, yo
My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha l's, the 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 thang, yo
My Mac milli' - 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 rig graffiti
Is 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
You're love here yo, I'mma 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'mma take it to the source
QBC representative, I'm just tryin' to live
If I can't get to you
I'mma take it to ya 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 four wheels
On dope side, you gonna squeal
Like them other rappers
You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
I got this, strictly out the mouth
Nuthin' but hot shit pop shit
Couldn't fuck with 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 asked us
Hustlin' for patty cake cats, come on now
You know I know
When it come to gats, I'm a ho
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 cummin' one in a mil'
Slipped that ass like a mickey
It's 50-50, fuckin' with this nigga
Just come and get me