for my G pack niggas rite, rite we be shootin at cops nigga wat G pack niggas yo f**k the police NYP new york pricks are dicks they can't stop our floss stay up ? for my A.M. niggas ? watup dun hit the bootleggas the bootleggas
yo, yo dun we got guns in the grass it's three at night im about to take the last swallow of the eases jesus who go 50 on the next tree we gotta stop at the store we need D batteries for the theme music snatch the biscuits from out the lawn f**k a cab lets take cracked out your lawns are solved we gave that bitch 2 wibbles then skated off with a vehicle for the pillow all outside the borough dun wat happened to queens like sumthin in 1 2 1 farmers in 1 sixteenth they got us on the B.Q.E. just to get a taste of that greenery we took our smoke out the coney island post it up by the himalaya pina coladas, champeles mixed wit daney that saint oz is dun lingle spillin it on the floor for our dead people while I spark the sequal my niggas got lungs when we smoke that shit only go around once dogs we just killing time somebody just got they shit twist on the block f**kin up the grind so till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts bitch i wanna f**k rite now
(cormega) son im on the bench high eating chicken wings and french fries a crackhead f**k spent his last bucks on 6 dimes im 1 gram from big time a spliff away from overdosing my heart is broken my man started smoking again P i heard the tunnel open again i spoke to flex he said he gonna let both of us in it's time to load up the auto's and semi's i wish my niggas bank was in a physical form of life i got my uptown nikes thugged out and icey mad deep jumping out the cokehead white jeep through was strugglin so i resumed hustlin rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin yo 3 in the mornin and the D's on the corner still seems we were born to kill yo P meet me on the hill so we could jet through queens in SUV's and show these mothaf**kas how we rep this thing ya know
(Cormega) Yo, yo What, what Wanna bounce? Come on, come on What, what Bounce, bounce Check it out y'all
Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS rims Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins I ain't a player, I just wear Tims No need for gators, my feet can't swim I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena colada How many niggas can see Montanna? This movie's killin' and budgin' Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin' It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin' Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em My rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin' I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin' I plan to live enormous I live nike dunks, icey chunks A fly wifey I can trust Not that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me I say this politely, tell it to a friend Hard from the start, get money to the end What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Leanin' in the BM with the rim's gleamin'
(Chorus - Carl Thomas) Mega gonna hold his own He always knew he could do it alone And when he rhymes Everybody's gonna know
(Cormega) Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as this See me chillin' in clubs with women and thugs Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin' Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening? Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle You know when we come through, get it right But dead? right, techs spit nice I know where you read my man was jessying your wife I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill That I possess niggas, for real I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal Due to magazines, there's no equal No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your people We through seein' time, you're see-through Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas Where you at dime-peices, fly features? Lookin' so right my man is dying to meet ya I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers But I'm a keep it real, I ain't cheap Check it out
(Chorus)
(Cormega) Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys Walk around me tryin' to play stuck-up See me in a ride and wanna say "what's up?" I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck" I don't start beef, I finish it My enemies hearts diminishin' Before a rapper had dough, you didn't You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac Now you jealous of Jigga You like a breast implant, fake on the inside You nice, let's battle for dough Mr. Big-Time On Hot 97, or live at Envy's I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g's Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team And I'm a show you who the illest 'Cause everybody know who the realest Now feel it
Intro: Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart man.
Verse 1: Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone Pac and Biggie rule forever don't get it confused, never My testamony will be death to a phoney MC You wanna impress me show me a key Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture Analyse every line my scene will vandalise Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight
Cormega talking: Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have 'em make distribution of this, word.
Verse 2: Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me Thug status yo son I'm above average When it's time for you to die does love matter? You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on scale Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggas who chop grams See when I eat my niggas eat See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you What you dream I live and breath which means Don't make me have to kill you play the game See real niggas stay the same Y'all niggas scarred to play our change Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it Graffitti filled testament
Cormega talking: Yeah motherf**kers to east to west the money green on your side the money green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean? That's my testament. That's what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm out
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Cormega) Yo, laid back like a fat buddha holding my pearl handle luger in a landcruiser rims shine like daytime in Bermuda i rap tight smoother than niggas who be fronting like parakeet movers I had to be financially set new lex in front of my duplex my shine dripping wet new nine's in case your group flex my brown eyes leaving your boot stretched so bad you had to get a new rep vest cause i collect stats, my advice is to accept that step back blast dont even wet that, yo It's mandatory, I'm self explanatory Don't front on me shorty your man's working for me
(Havoc Chorus) ayo we move ki's angel dust son you get touched dress up get rushed stepping up or press luck Cormega coming through, duck move slowly get bucked criminal minds get stitched up down to buy your watch or bitch up
(Cormega) Ayo this crime addict mind my rhyme status shines like a nine 'matic yo im scarface for real I wanna die blasting f**k stashing my next 50 g's I'm buying me a five wagon thugged out leather interior, mega superior my art of war deaded your area my mugshot praised in jail cells and drug spots my razor touched faces and cut rocks corrupt cop cases had me on semi vacation in state greens laid down weight schemes with niggas that get payed and take cream drug supplier, thugs admire ghetto dun dun gun fire deep mind none higher your drama equalizer I speak the murder Kiser Sose, no survivors
(Chorus 2x)
(Cormega) teach on threats concepts I didn't speak on yet courts feared mentally severe to the ear thug general, white lines for criminal minds to listen to chemical rhymes sparkle like a '62 invinsible foulness my style is trife like Rikers Isle get Queen Bridge projects is lounging on a cocaine mountain ayo Hav let the four pound spit, what!
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Cormega) Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my headsets So much beef, police suprised I ain't dead yet I keep mad heat, under my passenger seat, to master the beef It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll blunted Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize death Like a cobra attack, your life fear is over Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped up My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey Motherfucker, fear paper I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster? Pray to gods, the way ya odds, cuz only he could save ya Motherfuckers, it's.. (Chorus 2X: Cormega) The Montana shit, the money and the power shit Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with me Need to take a look inside the Montana diary (Cormega) Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that wanna see me Mega Montana, drama, I love, bring it Never sleepin', I close my eyes and see my enemies With nines reachin', so I awaken Criminal thoughts, become premeditation Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe combinations Surrounded by snipers in a major operation Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya week men Layin', sneakin', on the strength of information leakin' My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' heat in a cop Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin' fast Yo, son, it only takes a second for my gun to blast Give me the world and everything in it My enemies need an uzi with a pearl finish I live it, my life a pure corruption, rememeber these last words I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live.. (Chorus 2X) (Cormega) You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister I pack an automatic, of course, to uphold my status Cuz money bring power, and power bring madness And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime I appear to my, mad dough, and no prison time The money make a nigga sour like lemon-lime I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a nine It's Mega Montana, introducing Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme distribution And if there's a problem, I'ma find a solution My face in the mirror, shows the eyes of the ruthless Sky's the limit, rise the tenent My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it My innervision of better living inspired me To write the saga called the Montana Diary Bring it back, son (Chorus 2X)
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Intro / Mobb Deep): Ha ha... Yeah... Uh-huh, right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me...
(Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) We wanna kill you...
(Prodigy): 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
(Cormega): 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) Ja'causezi 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 (f**k 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 f**k with... What!!!
(Havoc): F**k 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, f**k 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 wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit Pop shit, you couldn't f**k 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 f**king with this, nigga just come and get me No doubt...
(Chorus / Havoc) We wanna kill you (that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro] Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know?
[Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy Batteries not included in my music Or holding up my spinal cord Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, though My chain got the icy glow B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real
[Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand
[Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Snotty nose, nappy afro Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out On an Island where P.C. was a gay house Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo
[Chorus x2]
[Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word) From rappin' in the 'hood To promising careers It's all good The rap game is new to me The crack game - true to me(my life) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws
[Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**kin' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez
[Chorus x4]
(outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds, you can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that?
(Intro: Black Ice) Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn't like you man So get off they dick please man This is Ice and Cormega man Comin' for you, faggot!!
(Verse 1: Cormega) A nigga named Nas think he live like me Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds might be Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick Whens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids Speak to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to Wiz Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge You a hossa, a greedy pig Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big Jay let Bleek and 'em live Nore got Capone comfortable All ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with you F**k a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips Look at my crew we all got whips
(Verse 2) Nasty Nas all ya life you praised me Your daughter might be Jay Z's Illmatic was real cause you was tryin' to portray me Matter of fact, time for Sony to pay me For "Life's a bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me" "Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me I shoulda kept the rhymes for me F**k it now the whole world know Who coward ass Nas tryin to be You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya weed Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the street You shoulda kept it real wit Nature Steve Stoute taught you how to deal wit paper Kings lose crowns, and kingdoms fall When ya queen moves foul, obviously she's Jay Z's boo now, what should he do now?
(Verse 3) Off the throne when the fours get blown Lake can't save you, Lord is just fold Big's last words was "You lost it homes" You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yo When he got shot, you was too soft to roll Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac Nah you a fake Pac I get down and take blocks You bend down and take cock Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it? My niggas'll find you drippin You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches I got shot ain't no denying I did But I was sendin' fire at niggas What the f**k you talkin' 'bout bitch!! Poetry
(Verse 4) Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are over Halftime expired, the game is over It ain't hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you Life's A Bitch and so are you I Am, a nightmare to Street Dreams My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak team Take a trip down Memory Lane Niggas had ya ride in flames You didn't represent nigga you cried in pain If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain? If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there My niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowards If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power You better watch them niggas, thats close to you Or I'ma pop them niggas If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigga It Was Written, you think you a thug You rule the world, I'ma take it in blood You a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas rap I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are wack One time for the mind, I'ma make you bow And I'll prove who's the illest, so Hate Me Now
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Busta Rhymes) Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega It's about approximately seven o'clock Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that I'm saying though Its gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas We play em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
(Cormega) Yo son, we need the silence Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I Keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes I make noise, for all the little girls and boys To enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit? Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..
(Cormega) What up my nigga? (Busta Rhymes) We had fun (Cormega) Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop (Busta Rhymes) Then we back niggas guns
(Cormega) Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi And rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
(Busta Rhymes) It was a nice little moment We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it Aiight, chill
(Intro / Mobb Deep): Ha ha... Yeah... Uh-huh, right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me...
(Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) We wanna kill you...
(Prodigy): 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
(Cormega): 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) Ja'causezi 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 (f**k 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 f**k with... What!!!
(Havoc): F**k 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, f**k 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 wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit Pop shit, you couldn't f**k 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 f**king with this, nigga just come and get me No doubt...
(Chorus / Havoc) We wanna kill you (that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right)