II-Cormega

II - Cormega Heh heh, yea Hahahaha, right Part the crowd like the Red Sea Don'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 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 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 You're light at the weight station, that weak sh*t need replacin Put this in heavy rotation Overdose music, it's theraputic to the user Drive awhile under the influence of this Careful 'cause you might just crash and sh*t Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck Me and Mobb tryna connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links Unpopable, unstopable, topple (Cormega) Yo, yo My drug clientele was bringin' me money well Smokin' buddha, L's, and w**d so good they leave a funny smell Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me Mega regulatin', the way sh*t supposed to be Gold chain chokin' me, coc*ine provokin' me To live my destiny, ja'causezi 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, coc*ine, knives, and armed robbery My rhyme rid graffiti as a live ni**a 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 sh*t, you banned from the projects Your love here (f**k it) ain't sh*t, yo I'ma see you Ni**a you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin' Thug sh*t you can't f**k with, what (Havoc) F**k your b******t rep, ni**a you a** bet Talkin' all that sh*t, don't even got cash yet Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source QBC representive, I'm just tryin to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids Spray your crib, f**k it son, somethin' gotta give If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live That's dead a**, 'bout to put this whole sh*t in the smash You real? Hit that a** 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 sh*t Pop sh*t, couldn't f**k this when we drop sh*t You helpless, put your whole sh*t outta service We don't smoke sh*t (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'm a ho, never bite my tongue Let them playa haters know, how we comin' Straight comin' through while you runnin' Get dunnin', had that a** shakin' like a b**ch when she comin' Wanted a mil, slipped that a** like a mickey It's 50-50 f**kin' with this ni**a, 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)