Lyrics Killaz Theme - Mobb Deep , Cormega
Yeah,
right,
part
the
crowd
like
the
red
sea
Let's
fight
to
this,
don't
even
tempt
me
We
wanna
kill
you,
make
y'all
niggaz
Fight
to
this,
we
wanna
kill
you
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
eight
to
six,
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
therapeutic
to
the
user
Driving
wild
under
the
influence
of
this,
careful,
'cuz
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
Yo,
my
drug
cliental
was
bringing
me
money
well,
smoking
Buddha
L's
and
weed
so
good,
they
leave
a
funny
smell,
niggaz
scooping
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,
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
paralyzed
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?
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,
QBC
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
wanna
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.
We
wanna
kill
you,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
We
wanna
kill
you,
no
doubt,
that's
right
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