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Yeah, right, part the crowd like the red seaLet's fight to this, don't even tempt meWe wanna kill you, make y'all niggazFight to this, we wanna kill youEh-yo, peace to our way of life, hats off to all the trifeLet's toast to fully autos and foot long knives specially for stacksOf green packs, my outfit ah perform, so blow all stained rapsNow let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of thisYa ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift, my shank do remarkableThings for fakeness, my whole mobb got the same patienceThrow on your tracks eight to six, and make movesLike a space ship, we pack places, infamous bangs ya nationYa light at the weight station that weak shit need replacingPut this in heavy rotation, overdose music, it's therapeutic to the userDriving wild under the influence of this, careful, 'cuz ya mightJust crash ya shit, total ya whip and still pull my tape outThe deck, me and Mobb tryin' to connect like thirty thousand dollarYo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well, smoking Buddhal's and weed so good, they leave a funny smell, niggaz scooping meHoping police is close to me, mega regulatin', the way shit'sSupposed to be, gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking meTo live my destiny, jacuzzi water soaking me, floating in smokyDurango, doing my thing yo, my mac milli, sweeter than a mangoSon, you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me, did timeFor cocaine, nines and armed robbery, my rhyme writtenGraffiti is a live nigga prophecy, mega poetic rhymes are like dimesBut no credit, I leave ya mind paralyzed dun, but don't wet itScarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama and I embrace thisReal shit, you banned from the projects, your love here, ancientFuck that, yo, I'ma see you, nigga, you transperant see throughRhymes fully automated, you semi crime related, CormegaAnd Mobb Deep rhyme amazing, thug shit you can't fuck with, what?Fuck ya, bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet, talking all that shitDon't even got cash yet, I floss, try to get away, no gats tossedGot drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source, QBCRepresentative, I'm just trying to live if I can't get to youI'ma take it to ya kids, spray ya crib, fuck it son, something gotta giveIf I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live, that's dead assBut to put this whole shit in a smash, you real, hit that assUp on four wheels, all jokes aside, you goin' squeal like themOther rappers, you know, we kick the truth, you wanna clap usI got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit, pop shitYou couldn't fuck this when we drop shit, you helplessPut your whole shit outta service, put on some old shitThank God for this, yo, if it wasn't them niggaz like usYou just be ash dust, hustling for petty kid cash, come on, knowYou know, I know, when it comes to gats, I'ma a hoeNever bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we comingStraight coming through while you running, get done-edHave that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming, one in a milSlip that ass like a Mickie, it's fifty-fifty fucking with thisNigga just come and get me, no doubt..We wanna kill you, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's rightWe wanna kill you, no doubt, that's right