Heh heh, yea
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Hahahaha, right
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Part the crowd like the Red Sea
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Don't even tempt me
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[Chorus]
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We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
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We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
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We want to kill you (My niggas fight to this)
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We want to kill you (Y'all creeps can't dig this)
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[Prodigy]
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Aiyyo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trife
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This holster's for the autos and foot-long knives
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Especially for stacks of greenbacks
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My outfit'll perform, so blow all stain raps
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Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of this
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Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift
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My shank do remarkable things for fakeness
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My whole mob got the same patience
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Throw on your track Asics, and make moves like a spaceship
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We pack places, Infamous bangs your nation
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You're light at the weight station, that weak shit need replacin
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Put this in heavy rotation
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Overdose music, it's theraputic to the user
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Drive awhile under the influence of this
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Careful 'cause you might just crash and shit
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Total your whip and still pull my tape out your deck
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Me and Montana connect, like thirty-thousand dollar links
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Unpopable, unstopable, topple
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[Cormega]
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Yo, yo
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My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
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Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell
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Niggas scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
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Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
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Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
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To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin' me
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Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo
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My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango
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Son you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me
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Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery
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My rhyme rid graffiti as a live nigga prophecy
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Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit
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I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
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Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
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And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects
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Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
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Nigga you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
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You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
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Thug shit you can't fuck with, what
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[Havoc]
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Fuck your bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet
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Talkin' all that shit, don't even got cash yet
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Our flaws, try to get away no gats tossed
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Got drama with my clique I'ma take it to the source
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QBC representive, I'm just tryin to live
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If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to your kids
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Spray your crib, fuck it son, somethin' gotta give
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If I can't live, then ain't nothin' gonna live
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That's dead ass, 'bout to put this whole shit in the smash
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You real? Hit that ass up with 4 wheels
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The ?darkside?, you gonna squeal, like them other rappers
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You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us
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I got this, strictly out the mouth, nothin' but hot shit
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Pop shit, couldn't fuck this when we drop shit
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You helpless, put your whole shit outta service
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We don't smoke shit (Thank God for this)
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Yo if it wasn't, for niggas like us, you'd just be assed up
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Hustlin' for petty get cats (come on now, you know I know)
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When it come to gats I'm a ho, never bite my tongue
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Let them playa haters know, how we comin'
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Straight comin' through while you runnin'
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Get dunnin', had that ass shakin' like a bitch when she comin'
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Wanted a mil, slipped that ass like a mickey
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It's 50-50 fuckin' with this nigga, just come and get me
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[Chorus] 2x
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(It's no doubt)
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We want to kill you (that's right)
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(It's no doubt)
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We want to kill you (that's right)
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(It's no doubt)
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We want to kill you (that's right)
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(It's no doubt)
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We want to kill you (that's right)
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Killaz Theme II (Bonus Track)
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