Killaz Theme II

[Intro: Prodigy (Havoc)] (Heh heh, yeah Hahahaha, right) Part the crowd like the Red Sea (My niggas fight to this) Don't even tempt me [Chorus: Havoc (Prodigy)] We wanna kill you (My niggas fight to this) We wanna kill you (My clip's empty...) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife This holster's for the autos and foot-long knives Especially for stacks of greenbacks My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of this Your anxious to flip fag, catch a face lift 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 You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin Put this in heavy rotation Overdose music, it's therapeutic to the user Drive awhile under the influence of this Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple [Verse 2: Cormega] Yo, yo My drug clientele was bringin' me money well Smokin' buddha L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me To live my destiny, Jacuzzi waters soakin' me Floatin' in a smokin' Durango, doin' my thing yo My MAC-milli (what?), 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 rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' Thug shit you can't fuck with, what?! [Verse 3: Havoc] Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet I floss, try to get away no gats tossed Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source QBC representative, I'm just tryin to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash You real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheels The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappers You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we drop shit You helpless, put your whole shit outta service We don't smoke shit (thank God for this) Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be assed up Hustlin' for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know) When it come to gats I'ma hold, never bite my tongue Let them playa haters know, how we comin' Straight comin' through while you runnin' Get done in, had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin' One in a mil', slipped that ass like a mickey It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me [Chorus: Havoc] (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right) (It's no doubt) We wanna kill you (that's right)