- Cormega Killaz Theme 歌詞
- Cormega
- Ay yo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife
Lets 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 yall 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, its 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 Ls and weed so good, they leave a funny smell
Niggaz scopin me, hopin police is close to me
Mega regulatin the way shits 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 mindparalyzed dun but dont 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, Ima see you
Nigga, you transparent see through
Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related
Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin
Thug shit you cant fuck with what
Fuck ya, bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
Talkin all that shit, dont even got cash yet
I floss, try to get away no gats tossed
Got drama with my click, Ima take it to the source
Q.B.C. representative, Im just tryin to live
If I cant get to you, Ima take it to ya kids
Spray ya crib, fuck it, son, somethin gotta give
If I cant live then aint nothin gonna live
Thats 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 couldnt 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 wasnt 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, Ima 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
Its fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
We wanna kill you
(No doubt, thats right)
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