Текст песни Cormega f Mobb Deep - Killaz Theme/Crime Connection 12"
Cormega f Mobb Deep - Killaz Theme/Crime Connection 12" слова песни
Stupid...can`t fuck with this (I know)Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn[Verse 1- Havoc]Yo, I love my niggas for thatWe strike back, handle businessTest the realist, stay focusedAnd keep the, enemy near usNiggas is careless, slippin upSwitchin up teams, crossin overAnd gettin stuck for they creamFrontin like they skills, it superbGot the nerve, to get knocked theFuck out, then kicked to the curbThats for you and your whole clickYou roll thick, more the better, so likeA dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted onScuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug offYou had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain inYour gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconianAss having, talking `bout it, being `bout itYou ain`t been doin it, so don`t startMatter fact, keep it movingWhen it`s on, accumulate like cancer cellsWith advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can`t tell, like a Viking, we strikinReconstructing maps, plantin QB flagsSon we want to visualize picture, analyzeSituate another occupation, in cardiac arrestState of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mindPut you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancyDidn`t even reach 23, first class shot, special deliveryNo doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own cribTalk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuckTwo mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya pathThats bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destineTo make the best outta life, crime connection[Verse 2- Prodigy]Yo, I send shots to any man who come to closeNiggas get fold like a letter, and shipped across coastWho goes, to go against my militant crime militiaLike these street niggas sending missiles to hit yaUp from the ground up son, you get the pictureIf not write it down, take a pictureBotanical exotic shit, keep me lifted, somethin retardedFuckin up my high, beefin don`t get me startedToo late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck out anybodyWith you, and anybody that grab me, Move back we attack like pits locked in basementsHungry for blood, deranged this, craziestType a shit ya ever seen in your lifeNigga bled to death, standin up, holdin his lifeApplying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood lossFound layin in a pool of the shit, his own faultIt`s P the exulted from NYC, you get extremely, cut the fuck upBy scarlee to can`t recognize, do I have to prove all the timeAnd get up close and personal in front of ya eyesSee me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept slowMoved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock, put a hold on your assetsAnd dug your pop, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippinThis animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungleAt night on Expedition, I got a jones for that life shit, Survivors of block wars and crime niggas, know what I talkIn a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the scene dancin`Doin about a 100 all the way to Queens[Verse 3- Cormega]It seems, like gettin ahead, lead being dead or in the fedsI kept a glock in my shoe box under my bedAnd had dreams to bag Ki`s and fill duffel bags with madd G`sParle in a condo with a warm breeze and palm treesMy projects is like a fuckin Vietnam sceneAnd my team be reppin, settin with shit that`ll rip through vestsFlexin` Diamantes, when it`s on I`ll regulate shit the calm wayYo Iam smooth like a drop top benz with fat rimsI made moves, in war gear and black timsAnd layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yoPumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yoThe drug blocks, full of unseen riches and snitchesGuns blast and cops flashin pictures,Son askin, can he get a packageAnd took a loss when the new task force snatched him9`s and Tec`s, my hollow-heads outlined your vestsMy only fear 25 years and death. Ill minds connection, crime connectionNever bring beef in my direction, kidCormega and Mobb Deep supply your sectionWith the infamous realness, don`t try to test itLike this, ill minds connection, crime connectionNever bring beef in my direction, word