Cormega - k**az Theme lyrics
(Intro / Mobb Deep): Ha ha... Yeah... Uh-huh, right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me... (Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna k** you... (make y'all n***az fight to this) We wanna k** you... (Prodigy): Eh-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 ah perform, so blow all stained raps Now let me take y'all n***az back to my basics of this Ya ancient to flip, f*g 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 space ship We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation Ya light at the weight station That weak sh** need replacing, put this in heavy rotation Overdose music It's theraputic to the user Driving wild under the influence of this Careful, 'cause ya might just crash ya sh** 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 (Cormega): Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good They leave a funny smell n***az scoping me, hoping police is close to me Mega regulatin' The way sh**'s supposed to be Gold chain choking me, c**aine provoking me To live my destiny (ha) Ja'causezi water soaking me Floating in smoky Durango Doing 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 c**aine, nines and armed robbery My rhyme written graffiti is a live n***a prophecy Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this, real sh** You banned from the projects Your love here, ancient (f**k that) Yo, I'ma see you n***a, you transperant see through Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing Thug sh** you can't f**k with... What!!! (Havoc): F**k ya bullsh** rep, n***a you a** bet Talking all that sh**, 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 trying to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids Spray ya crib, f**k it son Something gotta give If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live That's dead a** But to put this whole sh** in a smash You real, hit that a** 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 sh** Pop sh**, you couldn't f**k this when we drop sh** You helpless, put your whole sh** outta service Put on some old sh** (Thank God for this) Yo, if it wasn't Them n***az 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 coming Straight coming through while you running Get done-ed, have that a** shaking like a b**h when she coming One in a mil, slip that a** like a mickie It's fifty-fifty f**king with this, n***a just come and get me No doubt... (Chorus / Havoc) We wanna k** you (that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna k** you (no doubt, that's right)