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(feat. Tiffany)
[Cormega] Yo, fuck the next nigga rep son, you bust yo gun Respect real niggaz, and trust no one Whoever think it can't happen, what, clap him To hurt your enemy mentally, smack 'em Never let your friends know, how deep your ends go Cuz jealousy's a motherfucker, you never know And never let niggaz know, where you rest at Cuz niggaz might take your dough and push ya head back Everybody want riches, but if the game ain't for you Why fuck with it, yo, for real You might get killed, or touch prison Keep your enemies close and never trust snitches When it's on, you come through creepin' Fuck attention, did I mention? Drugs where you sleepin', just ain't decent Son, I say this for one reason I want all my real niggaz, to keep eatin' Love is love [Chorus: Tiffany] Love, is love Doesn't matter what you got, never had enough Love, is love Don't matter what you do, our love will see you through [Cormega] And to my niggaz who be gettin' ki's Don't trust connects that you never seen Even if he got bricks for seventeen You fuck around, and have a case of State Supreme Nigga, you done, and if you can't a case Run, cuz upstate, your friends won't remember you, son When you out of sight, you out of mind So take my advice, I did a lot of time You feel me? And if a girl did a bid with you Remember, she prove that she did miss you Fuck pretenders, everybody gotta go So tell God that I'm comin' with a lot of dough Fuck the bullshit, I'ma blow So let my drama know I'ma go out Like Montana, yo, you hear me? Yo, I speak severly, streets prepared me And you ain't gotta like me, motherfucker, you fear me I say this for one reason Cuz if you ever fuck me, my guns squeezin' Love is love [Chorus] [Cormega] You never worry about a next nigga, get yours son Jealously'll bury niggaz, fuck the broke niggaz Fuck with the heavy hitters, cuz being broke Make a nigga feel very bitter And if ya man ever steal from you, never trust him When niggaz keep it real with you, you never fuck 'em If you got plans to get rich, don't discuss 'em Cuz who the fuck wanna see you blow, you know? Money come and goes, like friends, had a bunch of those How many with me, 'til the end, I don't know Only trust a few, shit, I even got plans to buck a few Keep it real with me, what up with you? Son, I say this for one reason So you can understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man, I'm done speakin' [Chorus] |
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[background:] "For the rest of my life"
[Intro] Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggaz in jail cells, niggaz 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 niggaz 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 Pocket 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 niggaz know I keep the shit straight [Cormega] 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 clientel you know? Then after that we have 'em make distribution off 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 niggaz who chop grams See when I eat my niggaz 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 niggaz stay the same Y'all niggaz 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 niggaz 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] Yeah motherfuckers 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, knahmean? That's my testament That's what I stand for Either with me or against me I'm out |
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| 3. |
| 2:10 |
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(He got the slip on you)
This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy, not surgery the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dun, I survived he thought that I died now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge once was friends, now that shit's dead that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread and told Dread, I want the pussy clot shot dead that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo he hit me in the chest lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck and I was type-scared to death yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac out said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt he told me to rest I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec in case a muthafucker flex I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch yo, shit is real, I feel better word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin' I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin' his man started dymin' said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him cool, tell my man to drop the kid off soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off now that's one down, one nigga to go just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o now it's time to get even, we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11 I specialize in war now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four I said "yo son, ya games over" I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower he started wettin back I caught him in his fuckin back when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed he just a dead man walking ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking (gunshot) |
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| 4. |
| 3:43 |
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(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) |
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| 4:00 |
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(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know, things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? (Verse 1) The saga begins I'm a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove not gun shots, we're immune to those some of my friends first bids are two to fours others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Son's walk through the door for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets (Chorus) Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses and tears shed for passed soldiers we all walkin' the path chosen from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life.. (Verse 2) Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso's spirit entered me starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin' uneffected by police intrusions or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit' I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless we ain't built the same so mind games are useless times change, like the climate I change check the forecast, I reign (Chorus) (Verse 3) Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you realize you're mentally scarred if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you've been conquered blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won't stop for Black Males undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair (Chorus) |
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| 4:13 |
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[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? |
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| 9. |
| 4:00 |
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Yeah
Know what I'm sayin' Premo' Tell these niggas about my life know what I mean It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean I spend my days in a steel cage Where brothers feel rage And get real with razor blades in ill ways so when my cell close my brain cells expose and my pen excels to a part of hell froze Inside of me was tellin' me to stay out Reality was tellin' me that if I find a way out I had to stay out Plans I had to lay out In order to elevate from my identity mentally accelerate I seen a lot of men break down Being an inmate Now I realize I couldn't make the same mistakes It was real being concealed in steel gates Where brothers who feel hate against a another race Which only indicates a snake mentality These are my days of reality Hook: The streets is a dirty game My heart's still home in the streets It's a damn shame The streets is a dirty game but niggas stay strapped in the hood It's a damn shame The streets is a dirty game My heart's still home in the streets they still callin' It's a damn shame The streets is a dirty game but niggas stay strapped in the hood It's a damn shame The streets is a dirty game My heart's still home in the streets Often I think of my people the board denied they freedom, a mirage Disappearing before our eyes We were born to strife Now living in courts decide Missing their children we can feel it when our mommas cry We was hustlin' but would the jury find me guilty? They seen us strugglin' Doing what we have to do to ease the sufferin' We know its wrong but so was havin' us freezin' Left the stove on wearing our sneakers until the soles are gone We constantly holdin' on, being broke And hopin our phone is our only escape And when our favorite TV shows is on shots ringin' echo in the ear before the cops came kids was everywhere and women cryin niggas going to jail A mothers eyes fill with tears as she nears Realizing he's surviving she exhales like Angela Bassett I'm a poet amongst slums, crimes, and crack addicts Hook I live a lonely existence Lately I've become a mathematician As I divide my friends with phony niggas I confide in God As for sins may he forgive a?em If you have dreams they can be achieved never give up Look at me once a convicted felon Once addicted to sellin' The substance which corrupted many men in my era I stood in awe at the dope fiends Drove by those caught in the coke game Some proper some locked up some sold claim The main team wanted the shine Streets so alive I felt the air breathe Not only did I misplace time I could remember as an inmate At midstate I stayed in the law library Some chose to lift weight, fine As if they content with they time They strip us at the visit Limit our education Ridicule us niggas modern enslavement Even though I'm out of the cages I'm the voice of the soldier in the yard with the banger |
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| 3:12 |
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| 4:30 |
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(Verse 1)
Even though mad niggas hate it I remain the most anticipated those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds and salute the realness, 'cause mad niggas fake it when I peel hit the floor I conceal bricks so raw I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen I saw and conquered when it's on and poppin' my Dogs are barkin' to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico some suggest they're equal lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle mentally I measure Kilos physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal the crowned Prince my underground shit you don't fuck around wit' I move pies and fire loud shit I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me I'm sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated last rapper to test me I humiliated and for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob when I move I leave a dent in the pavement my name ring in jail and not for givin' no statement that type of foulness consider it flagrant O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit life's a bitch, I'ma take her on an expensive vacation if it's on I'm the Reaper with the glistenin' bracelet sleepers awakened screamin' like they seen Satan word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love a fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on huh?! (Chorus) Get out my way, gimmie mine or I'ma take whats yours make love war, spray up doors Get out my way, you industry, we in the street wit' the heat pickin' weight up raw Get out my way, stop screamin' what set you rep if you don't come around the way no more Get out my way, who want what, say no more Matter fact that chain off Dog. (Verse 2) I gave niggas enough time - to front I'm a beast on the street like crushed white you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me I'm the phantom in your concience the shadow in the darkness savage when I write, I'm heartless I'm iller than you, realer than you still with more Killers than you it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory don't front on me, you didn't have cash before me I'm the essence you don't gotta like it, respect it like the ice on my necklace and the fact I'm supplyin' connections if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd assume my position I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money causin' blind rage with the Twenties y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence we out before the Narcs get on us my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie I'm dealin' wit' pies, all feelings aside my enemies kneel when I rise the realness in my eyes from blood, sweat, and tears I cried I got friends who died before they got to see me shine how dare you compare your weak CD to mine or think you could see me with rhymes easily I'm, nicer than you and all your peoples combined. Chorus |
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