Текст песни Cormega - Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)
Cormega - Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track) слова песни
Heh heh, yeaHahahaha, rightPart the crowd like the Red SeaDon`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 trifeThis holster`s for the autos and foot-long knivesEspecially for stacks of greenbacksMy outfit`ll perform, so blow all stain rapsNow lemme take y`all niggas back to my basics of thisYour anxious to flip fag, catch a faceliftMy shank do remarkable things for fakenessMy whole mob got the same patienceThrow on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceshipWe pack places, Infamous bangs your nationYou`re light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacinPut this in heavy rotationOverdose music, it`s theraputic to the userDrive awhile under the influence of thisCareful `cause you might just crash and shitTotal your whip and still pull my tape out your deckMe and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar linksUnpopable, unstopable, topple[Cormega]Yo, yoMy drug clientele was bringin` me money wellSmokin` buddha, L`s, and weed so good they leave a funny smellNiggas scopin` me, hopin` police is close to meMega regulatin`, the way shit supposed to beGold chain chokin` me, cocaine provokin` meTo live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin` meFloatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yoMy mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mangoSon you know the drilly, the drama is a part of meDid time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robberyMy rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecyMega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no creditI`ll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don`t wet itScarface persona, I acquired a taste for dramaAnd I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projectsYour love here (fuck it) ain`t shit, yo I`ma see youNigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automatedYou 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 betTalkin` all that shit, don`t even got cash yetOur flaws, try to get away no gats tossedGot drama with my clique I`ma take it to the sourceQBC representive, I`m just tryin to liveIf I can`t get to you, I`ma take it to your kidsSpray your crib, fuck it son, somethin` gotta giveIf I can`t live, then ain`t nothin` gonna liveThat`s dead ass, `bout to put this whole shit in the smashYou real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheelsThe ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappersYou know we kick the truth, you wanna clap usI got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin` but hot shitPop shit, couldn`t fuck this when we drop shitYou helpless, put your whole shit outta serviceWe don`t smoke shit (Thank God for this)Yo if it wasn`t, for niggas like us, you`d just be assed upHustlin` for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know)When it come to gats I`m a ho, never bite my tongueLet 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 mickeyIt`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)