Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track) lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy (Havoc)]
(Heh heh, yeah
Hahahaha, right)
Part the crowd like the Red Sea
(My n*ggas fight to this)
Don't even tempt me

[Chorus: Havoc (Prodigy)]
We wanna kill you (My n*ggas fight to this)
We wanna kill you (My clip's empty...)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Ayo, 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 n*ggas back to my basics of this
Your 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 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 therapeutic 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
Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Yo, yo
My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell
n*ggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way sh*t 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 MAC-milli (what?), 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 rid graffiti as a live n*gga 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*ck it) ain't sh*t, yo I'ma see you
n*gga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug sh*t you can't f*ck with, what?!

[Verse 3: Havoc]
f*ck your bullsh*t rep, n*gga you ass bet
Talkin' all that sh*t, don't even got cash yet
I floss, try to get away no gats tossed
Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source
QBC representative, I'm just tryin to live
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids
Spray your crib, f*ck 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 sh*t in the smash
You real? Hit that ass 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*ck 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 n*ggas 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'ma hold, 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 b*tch when she comin'
One in a mil', slipped that ass like a mickey
It's 50-50 f*ckin' with this n*gga, just come and get me
[Chorus: Havoc]
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)
(It's no doubt)
We wanna kill you (that's right)