[Featuring Mobb Deep]

(Intro / Mobb Deep):

Ha ha...

Yeah...

Uh huh right...

Part the crowd like the Red Sea...

Let's fight to this...

Don't even tempt me...

(Chorus / Mobb Deep):

We want to kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this)

We want to kill you...

(Prodigy):

Eh yo

Peace to our way of life

Hats off to all the trife

Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives

Specially for stacks of green packs

My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps

Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this

Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift

My shank do remarkable things for fakeness

My whole Mobb got the same patience

Throw on your tracks 8-6

And make moves like a space ship

We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation

Ya light at the weight station

That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation

Overdose music

It's theraputic to the user

Driving wild under the influence of this

Careful, 'cause ya might just crash ya shit

Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck

Me and Mobb tryin to connect like thirty thousand dollar links

Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple

(Cormega):

Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well

Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good

They leave a funny smell

Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me

Mega regulatin'

The way shit's supposed to be

Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me

To live my destiny (ha)

Jacuzzi water soaking me

Floating in smoky Durango

Doing my thing yo, my mac milli

Sweeter than a mango

Son, you know the drilly

The drama is a part of me

Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery

My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy

Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit

I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it

Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama

And I embrace this, real shit

You banned from the projects

Your love here, ancient (fuck that)

Yo, I'ma see you

Nigga, you transperant see through

Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related

Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing

Thug shit you can't fuck with...

What!!!

(Havoc):

Fuck ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet

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

I floss, try to get away

No gats tossed

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

Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live

If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids

Spray ya crib, fuck it son

Something gotta give

If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live

That's dead ass

But to put this whole shit in a smash

You real, hit that ass up on four wheels

All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers

You know we kick the truth, you want to clap us

I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit

Pop shit, you couldn't fuck this when we drop shit

You helpless, put your whole shit outta service

Put on some old shit (Thank God for this)

Yo, if it wasn't

Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust

Hustling for petty kid cash

Come on know, you know I know

When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe

Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming

Straight coming through while you running

Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming

One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie

It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me

No doubt...

(Chorus / Havoc)

We want to kill you (that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)

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Killaz Theme Lyrics

Cormega – Killaz Theme Lyrics