Ha ha... 
Yeah... 
Uh huh  right... 
Part the crowd like the Red Sea... 
Let's fight to this... 
Don't even tempt me... 

We want to kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) 
We want to kill you... 

Eh yo  
Peace to our way of life 
Hats off to all the trife 
Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives 
Specially for stacks of green packs 
My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps 
Now let me take y'all 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 space ship 
We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation 
Ya light at the weight station 
That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation 

Overdose music 
It's theraputic 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, my drug cliental was bringing me money well 
Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good 
They leave a funny smell 
Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me 
Mega regulatin' 
The way shit's supposed to be 
Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me 
To live my destiny (ha) 
Jacuzzi water soaking me 
Floating in smoky Durango 
Doing 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 mind paralysed dun, but don't 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 (fuck that) 
Yo, I'ma see you 
Nigga, you transperant see through 
Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related 
Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing 
Thug shit you can't fuck with... 
What!!! 

Fuck ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet 
Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet 
I floss, try to get away 
No gats tossed 
Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source 
Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live 
If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids 
Spray ya crib, fuck it son 
Something gotta give 
If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live 
That's dead ass 
But 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 want to clap us 
I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit 
Pop shit, you couldn't 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 wasn't 
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, I'ma a hoe 
Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming 
Straight coming through while you running 
Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming 
One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie 
It's fifty-fifty fucking with this, nigga just come and get me 
No doubt... 

We want to kill you (that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right) 
We want to kill you (no doubt, that's right)