Killaz Theme (feat. Mobb Deep)

Part the crowd like the Red Sea
My niggas fight to this
Don't even tempt me
My niggas fight to this
My clips empty this

Ayo, peace to our way of life
Hats off to all the trife
Let's toast to fully autos and foot-long knives
Especially for stacks of greenbacks
My outfit'll perform, so blow all steam raps
Now let me take y'all niggas back to my basics of this
You're anxious to flip fat, 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
Your life at the weigh station
That weak shit need replacing
Put this in heavy rotation
Overdose music is therapeutic to the user
Driving wild under the influence of this

Careful 'cause your might just crash and shit
Total your whip and still pull my tape out the deck
Me and Montana connect like thirty thousand dollar links
Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple

Yo, my drug clientele is bringing me money well
Smoking buddha L's with weed so good they leave a funny smell
Niggas scoping me, hoping police is close to me

Mega regulating, the way shit's supposed to be

Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me to live my destiny
Jacuzzi water soaking me
Floating in the smoking 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, knives and armed robbery
My rhyme graffiti is a live nigga prophecy

Mega poetic, rhyming like Don but no credit
I leave your mind paralyzed, thumb but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this, brace it
You banned from the projects, your love pair ain't shit
Yo, I'ma see you, nigga you transparent, see through rhymes
Fully automated, you semi-crime related
Kool Mega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing

Thug shit you can't fuck with, what?

Yo, fuck your bullshit rap, nigga you ass-back
Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet
I floss, try to get away, no gas toss
Got drama with my clique, 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 your kids
Spray your crib, fuck it son, something gotta give

If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live
That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in a smash
You real? Get that ass up on four wheels
Or throw aside, you gonna 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, couldn't fuck with this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole shit out of service
Get on some old shit (thank God for this)
Yo, if it wasn't for niggas like us you'd just be assed us
Hustling for petty kick cash, come on now, you know I know

When it comes to gats I'm a ho

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

Straight coming through while you running
You're done in, had that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming
One in the middle, slip that ass like a Mickey
It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me

Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right
Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right

Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right
Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right
Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right
Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right
Slow down (we wanna kill you)
And that's right

Slow down