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Cormega
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Killaz Theme
作词：Cory Mc Kay
Ay yo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife
Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives
Specially for stacks of green packs
My outfit I perform, so blow all stained raps
Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this
Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift
My shank do remarkable things for fakeness
My whole Mobb got the same patience
Throw on your tracks 8-6 and make moves like a spaceship
We pack places, infamous bangs ya nation
Ya light at the weight station
That weak shit need replacin', put this in heavy rotation
Overdose music, it's therapeutic to the user
Driving wild under the influence of this
Careful 'cause ya might just crash ya shit
Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck
Me and Mobb tryin' to connect
Like thirty thousand dollar links
Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple
Yo, yo, my drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' Buddha L's and weed so good, they leave a funny smell
Niggaz scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin' the way shit's supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny, jacuzzi water soakin' me
Floatin' in smoky Durango, doin' 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, nines and armed robbery
My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy
Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I leave ya mind paralyzed dun but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this, real shit, you banned from the projects
Your love here, ancient, 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
Fuck ya, bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
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Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet
I floss, try to get away no gats tossed
Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source
Q.B.C. representative, I'm just tryin' to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids
Spray ya 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 a smash
You real, hit that ass up on four wheels
All jokes aside, you goin' 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, you couldn't fuck this when we drop shit
You helpless, put your whole shit outta service
Put on some old shit, thank God for this
Yo, if it wasn't them niggaz like us
You just be ash dust hustling for petty kid cash
Come on know, you know I know
When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe
Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we comin'
Straight comin' through while you runnin', get done-ed
Have that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin'
One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie
It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, that's right)
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