Killaz Theme

[Prodigy]

Aiyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife

Let's toast the fully autos and foot long knives

Especially for stacks of green backs

My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps

Now let me take y'all niggaz, back to my basics of this

You're 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 eight-six, 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 theraputic to the user

Drive a while, under the influence of this

Careful cause you might just crash your shit

Total your whip, and still pull my tape out your deck

Me and Montana connect, like thirty thousand dollar links

Unprofitable, unstopable, top of you

[Cormega]

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 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 mack malli', 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 rig graffiti, is 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

You're love here... yo, I'mma 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

[Havoc]

Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet

Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet

Our flaws, try to get away, no gats tossed

Got drama with my click, I'mma 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, 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 foam wheels

On dope side, 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 with 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 niggaz like us, you'd just be asked us

Hustlin' for patty cake 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 done in, had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she cummin'

One in a mil', slipped that ass like a mickey

It's 50-50, fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me