Cormega - Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track) lyrics

rate me

Heh heh, yea

Hahahaha, right

Part the crowd like the Red Sea

Don't even tempt me

[Chorus]

We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)

We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)

We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)

We want to kill you (Y'all creeps can't dig this)

[Prodigy]

Aiyyo, 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 facelift

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 theraputic 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

Unpopable, unstopable, topple

[Cormega]

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

[Havoc]

Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet

Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet

Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed

Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source

QBC representive, 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'm a ho, never bite my tongue

Let them playa haters know, how we comin'

Straight comin' through while you runnin'

Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin'

Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey

It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me

[Chorus] 2x

(It's no doubt)

We want to kill you (that's right)

(It's no doubt)

We want to kill you (that's right)

(It's no doubt)

We want to kill you (that's right)

(It's no doubt)

We want to kill you (that's right)