Killas Theme lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
We wanna kill you
We wanna kill you

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ay, the game is survival (Yeah)
You wouldn't know a real n*gga if he walked up and robbed you
They gon' have to revive you
If I slide through (Yeah)
I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!)
You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh)
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh)
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh)
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh)
But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah)
You n*ggas can't eat no more, or
Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah)
Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah)
I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah)
A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah)
Just got a new calico and a tech
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah)
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah)
The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah)
Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah)
She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!)
Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!)
Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!)
Car cold handle on a European door
n*ggas gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh)
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (n*gga)
Green and white bows with the matching valour (n*gga)
Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw
[Bridge: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
You n*ggas better move, man, when we come through the door
Movin' with the Uz' man, you'll be a body on the floor
We don't abide by the rules and we break any f*ckin' law (What!)
You n*ggas gon' lose, man (What else!) (Here we go)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yeah
Yeah, yo, I'm on the flyin spurs sh*t, chinchilla that fur sh*t
40 cal watch me (I ain't lyin') merc sh*t
n*ggas out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun
Labels eatin' off of garbage (Ha ha) like some damn raccoons
Clap all ya goons (Blat), I'm the devil in disguise
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes (Bling)
G-Unit is the team we the hottest group out (You know that)
Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out
Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead
O.G's doin' life, young boys in the feds
Tough times don't last, tough people do (What!)
Crack and rap money that's my revenue
And you wanna stick who? What the f*ck is you thinkin'?
100 dollars from my ATM'll have you stinkin'
My chain blingin', VVS stones, it's all good
Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood
Yeah!
[Outro: Tony Yayo]
Rotten Apple n*gga, comin this Summer
I don't give a f*ck who you are
What label you on, when Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gang Green, you better push back, n*gga!
Ya heard?!
You could be on Interscope, you could be on Def Jam, n*gga!
And if I get off parole
I'm off parole, if I get off this probation ya'll n*ggas is in trouble, man
For real
Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple, n*gga, the hottest sh*t out!
Mothaf*cker!
Mixtape is better than ya mothaf*ckin' album
Tired of these mothaf*ckin' n*ggas, man
Yo Banks man
f*ckin' run New York, n*gga, you know what time it is
50 wattup, Buck wattup!