Cormega

Prodigy
Yo my rap taste good in my mouth like Deer Park
For your ears to list-this
You don't want to miss this dun
Don't be a statistic
Keep your rhymes to yourself, we make fools out of niggas
And write shit that would certainly move ya'll niggas
Peace to my summer villains with pink houses
From Red Hook to QB you know the routine
We need a movie to show how our life is so ill
Every Summer in the projects we partied on the benches
Few gallons of gin and Pepsi
Remember Party wars, that was back in like 90
We use to roll o-wees now we stuff dutches
Kids rushing, what's your discussion
Ya'll niggas talk a lot of shit heard you on your tape fronting
I fake nothing, Fuck around and push the wrong button
I dedicate my days to seeing your drip blood
I will always love Gambino and ScarFace
Killa Black no man can fill your shoes, Now what's bad news
It couldn't get no worse, So what ya'll niggas know about the turmoil
What ya know about your blood soil, Clothes and little Ho's
And the legs of pant slugs that crack the shin bone
The Other shot blasts through your left clavical
Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's
Havoc
How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted
Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over done it
While you sitting there whispering like a little girl
Fuck, waiting around till the dutchy gets twirled
We going at you, not cause we want to but cause we have to
To avoid the situation that you couldn't last through
If I can't have it at all I don't want it at all
Off top serious dogg, I'm out for the raw
Back to the world, the shit that I kick will dazzle your girl
Handle your bitch, can't then take her for pearl
Get him with the pink slip, get him bent to he hurl
Hennessy got my mind locked, tight in a curl
Hold it down like Saddam you can't search my click
Even with dirty worms I'm gonna still appear
How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)
Cormega
Yo, my pen is sick like a heroin add-dict, Whenever Mega spits
Exhale preciseness, Drug Dealer Ghetto shit
Sweat in my hand, plus the finger numb from measuring grams
Gun on my waist, In case I see son
who wetted my man
I be Gortexing to death, rocking ice with special fx's
Obvious I was destined to rep
Yo my persona is the drama, my Infamous Congrommalits
Considered mad real, niggas feel the Montana shit
Born official, my niggas that are gone I miss you
I shed a tear, see ya'll niggas when I get there
Yo my dun did six years and still didn't hit the strip
I'm waiting on the day, when Rikers Island ciphers are incomplete
When I can sleep with no heat, hidden beneath the sheet
And I can relax with my air max, appearing on my feet
When I rhyme you enter my mind, Seeing nigga's lead to excellence
I represented then manifested in the beat....Respect this
Like a Lexus jeep
My technique
Leaves my enemies stretched for weeks, vexed from me
Especially they know my destiny, man they scared to death of me
Can't even question me, I serve them like stretching ki's...please
Havoc
How you want it, bent scheme or straight blunted (2x)

I'm like a panther in the dark
Silent when I strike the paper
Like a dagger in your heart
When I write I leave a mark
I seen a NARC before they even bark
Told son "leave the block"
Get that money upstairs
In case the 'covers see it's marked
Beat a man who plot against me, God forgive me
My enemies die in the street if my heat is empty
Coindentally
The same fate was meant for me
My AK's my lawyer
When it's on, it represent for me
Vacate the sentence
Case acquitted when your face get splitted
I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin'
Gray timberlands, my niggas face predicaments
But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment
Take a hit of this,
Uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw
My rhyme is on consignment
Just in case you wanted more
Lyrics are furious
I reign imperious
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious
Streets personify me
Like heat I keep beside me
Either I be, the most underrated lyrical
Drug related nigga who gun be blazin in the projects
A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest
Where I'm from
A fiend is selling heated for five jungs (?)
Dealers scatter when D's or Y come
R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young
And niggas either dream of b-balling, or to be balling
Sometimes it's hard for me to write,
Son, the streets calling
Patience is a virtue
Temptation will hurt you
And sentence to a bid
Your fake friends will desert you
Til' you're assed out
Screaming life's a bitch that burnt you
I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this
Look in my eyes, stare at the realness

I was corrupted by drug supply
Fly kicks, and buckin' nines
Looking up at the skies
Thinking I'm too young to die
Thoughts are conquering
Though we were taught not to since
Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends
My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven
No man can harm you
An army of angels with true love is there to guard you
Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother
The deep shit
Three bricks remain uncut
But the industry didn't want me in
They try to condemn me
Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me
Yet a thug nigga rise
People are snakes, and justice is blind
My jury is my gun at my side
Son I write with the trifeness
Engraved in Tyson
Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless
The realness
Some try to conceal this
Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness
I'm a key
You three grams with cut in it
If you want it
I don't give a fuck, nigga
Rapper slash Drug dealer
Slash I bust my gun, nigga
Slash your face with a rug, nigga
What's the meaning (echoes 9x)

[Cormega]
Yo, I'm contemplatin'
My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja
And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat
I don't even take you serious, I think you envious
I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
And come through the hood in ill whips
The Realness, who you think you deal with
I don't fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up
Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted
You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted
If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
My infrared beam is on ya head
My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it
I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony
Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me
Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket
Stop dreamin, life's a bitch I'm not leavin'
I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'

My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
When they said somebody got to die
My nigga Pac must have felt deception
When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die

[Cormega]
Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me
Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war
I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
I turned kids to orphans and live with caution
You can't match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments
Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it
I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average
Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass
I surpass Nino, blast like Callito, die slow
Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow
Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it?
Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live nigga
When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga
It's fucked up, but it's just the thought I got cliques
That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
I get money, sit on bricks and twenties
Niggas ain't takin' shit from me

[Cormega]
Yo, I'm contemplatin'
My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja
And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat
I don't even take you serious, I think you envious
I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
And come through the hood in ill whips
The Realness, who you think you deal with
I don't fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up
Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted
You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted
If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
My infrared beam is on ya head
My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it
I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony
Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me
Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket
Stop dreamin, life's a bitch I'm not leavin'
I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'

My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
When they said somebody got to die
My nigga Pac must have felt deception
When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die

[Cormega]
Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me
Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war
I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
I turned kids to orphans and live with caution
You can't match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments
Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it
I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average
Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass
I surpass Nino, blast like Callito, die slow
Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow
Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it?
Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live nigga
When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga
It's fucked up, but it's just the thought I got cliques
That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
I get money, sit on bricks and twenties
Niggas ain't takin' shit from me

(prodigy)

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 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?

[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?

[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?

[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?

To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize
With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine
I design like a composer
Blow you like a soldier
Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure
Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater
MC's get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
Crimes I design remove stress
Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep
My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me
Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies
Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy
I got to be laid back, empower property
Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
Quite possibly I might even chop a ki
'Cuz even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me
Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me
See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey
So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines
sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines
There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic

I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed,
Dimes leave keys to they apartment
I snipe mc's like a marksman
Heat of a arson
And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic
Seize like the narcsters
When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils
You seek enlightment you can be my disciple
Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo
Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles
Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh
My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow
My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted
Every housin' projects I've repped the realness
Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers
I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days
I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved
Like a gemstar inside a plate
I'm tryin to live cuz I'mma die one day
If Crime don't pay
My currency's defined off the rhymes I say
I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination
I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason
'Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze
Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease

(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just
Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)

(Girls singing chorus X2)

Out there, (out there, out there)
In the street you know, (in the street you know)
I'm strugglin', (strugglin')
Trying to survive...

(Verse 1)
People feeling my pain, a mental bond shared
Been through so many struggles only to persevere
Remember when we hustled, knowing the 1st was near
That's when that money doubled, then we purchased gear
Now was it worth my trouble? It was my first career
The only life I knew, there's no regrets or fears
Yo son I reminisce this ghetto life and shed a tear
For my niggas who walkin' up heaven stairs
I met men in penitentiaries
Who been down so long they barely miss the street
If you real hold your own son, lay your law
My inner visions are revealed so I say no more
My man said it ain't a game so I play no more
Whether you rap or bust gats, lay your law
Fuck that, If you touch crack save up, your story
Can be reduced to jail suits and war stories
Keep the way my pen speaks words my mouth envy
I'm hoping holy water could cleanse me
D's wanted to apprehend me
If I affected your life in any way trife
When I was doing crime forgive me

(Chorus X2)

(Verse 2)
Exquisitely I write
Tales of hand to hand sales which cause three to life
When all else fails some people seek Jesus Christ
Some relax to the seductive mystique of the pipe
And be back inside the same cell they left
It's sort of like hell or death
Except we still here breathin' in the flesh receiving respect
Yet, being stressed cus we threats to society
Solutions are real, problems are in varieties
I try to be, thinking of ways to get paid
My realness engraved from the cradle to the grave
Mega, thug for ever
My departure from drugs could never
Sever what I learned, or respect I earned
Yo my status alone surpasses your own
Known for blastin' my chrome
And have on my own
Niggas fradulent, I wish there was a law against
The sort of shit these rappers talk and never even thought exist
When I was young I used to, huslte for Jordan kicks
As I matured I did it for a brick
Be cautionious the price is up and down like the New York Knicks
I got O.G. respect and a new four fifth, cus...

(Chorus X3)

(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)

(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)

(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)

It was eighty-five
Queensbridge was crazy live
Smitty was an icon
His son had and MB5
Shan was the man on the rap tip
Marley on the beats, Big Wag on the crack tip
Shit was sweet, Trent was a fly nigga
John Boi a live nigga
Treach hung with Ugi, you my heart til I die nigga
Herb was a trouble maker
RK a money maker
Cant forget Wee-Wop he was the illest ball player
86 was when the Bridge stuck together
The era of crack vails and dapadamn leathers
Karena was a funny nigga
Fat Boy a hungry nigga
Wells from the 40 busters was a get money nigga
When Tyrone died we cried with Thomas
Smash had the accident that shocked the projects
Then The Bridge dropped, KRS got on the bandwagon
And did Shan but it was good for hip hop
And 87 hot day mixtapes was bangin
Anita Baker sang while we were slangin
Doing our thing hangin on corners
With Roach that was enourmous
Big Butter was reppin, Dime had the tournaments
Rodney was a flashy nigga
Prince Wally had heat, Mark Allen used to physically smash niggas
Cant forget Yammy with the skill and hand speed
That also it the year we first seen blue vandeeds
Fun and World was gettin it big time
And nigga World was the first nigga I seen wit a five
88 was ill, John Hov got killed
In the summer time niggas parked their rides on the hill
Droughs was a fighter, Spunk was a cash getter
Up was mad skinny but not afraid to blast niggas
Dont even ask about a Queensbridge jam kid
The music was loud and secluded the blastin
Im from 40-15 like Horse and Douler
Alley Joe Mar and Troy the future
Jungle to Wattson fishin the Austins
Puertorican one on the fifth floor snortin
Cant forget Kool Chip Hays and Bo
Spud Black Jay E Flam Mayo
Wallace Snake Hi-C Starby
Gram Wiz Crazy Barry and his brother Robby
A year later we was duckin from Bobby
On the Ave it was Crazy Smalls Black and Party
Kenyon Lisa Inga Richie Opps and Howie
Suiter and Bar Kim the Foul One the hand and hand king

(Cormega)
Ain't too many, as true as us
Prestidge elluded us, 'til recently
Yo son I still be, in the streets
Was raised me, and taught me, morals engraved in me
I treasure all those who stayed with me
Trials and tribulations some assumed I was through
I seen smiles on niggas faces, now I'm smilin too
At the hawaiin view, they say that I'm the truth
Life's a bitch I hope I seduce
Look in my eyes you see a childish youth
Who grew up in a drug spot, and blew my first shot on the roof
My movement's like the automatic top on a coupe
Smoothness, like Allen Houston got when he shoots
I'm consumed with, the essence of the street
I'm destined to be, on a level I've yet to see
Son I had 'em so comfortable they slept on me
Like the draft did McGrady, this rap shit is crazy

(Large Pro)
Aiyyo, give me a beatbox, you'll heal my soul
Watch me get down for my platinum and gold
And keep a fire arm kept
Most definately rep, everyday I see sun up
So don't you sweat
When the chips was down
We didn't run we stayed around
Now all y'all niggas know what's happenin now
It's the come up, the rise of the genuine type
That'll just cut through like against suge knight
Leavin cuts, bruises, scrapes, scratches and scars
Spent a straight decade rappin in bars
With oc', but I seldomly flow with the flock
Hear the game, make one grain grow into a crop
Like farmers, I promise
This be large
Ain't they're ain't near a nigga who could disregard
The science that I drop, cause it's on the world
Every man, woman, child, each boy and girl

(Large Pro, talking)
Yeah mega, you that nigga, don't even worry 'bout it
I remember we was doin this show
For uncle Ralph Mcdaniels, with nas
I watched you come up
Now it's your time to skyrocket
And flourish on these niggas

Shoutout Queens

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 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

[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

(Cormega)
Everybody who shake your hand
Ain't your man
Its real, if you sleep you better wake up man
Don't be a fool, learn the rules
Put your faith in your hands
Or be stunned when you see your son
Hanging your ass
I mean you thought that nigga was real
He intended to squeal day one
DA's said he's willing to deal
Never let your friends know
How your pistol blow
How you get your dough
About the crib on the low
The code of silence expired long ago
Even in Queensbridge, you'll be surprised who's informing yo
Once the shit hit the fan, the horns will blow
The DA is the conductor for the chorus yo
The symphony ain't complete till the curtains close
And you upstate thinking you deserve parole
Now you vexed cause your man won't accept your calls
I speak valuable lessons so check this yo

(Hook)
Keep your friends close, enemies closer
Never sleep on any beef, or get worked to a smoke

(Cormega)
Loyalties worth more wealth, in world where people be all for self
I got friends who never call me till they want help
Then expect me to show love, I don't receive from them
It hurts me, cause I will bleed for them
Yet is it worth me risking, being free for them?
I got a lot more to lose in thought
A lot more secluded
Yours a lot more polluted
What should I do man?
Women, flocking my digits like the Blue Van
My boy Blue passed, it seems he was one of my true mans
Dudes smile in my face with there conspiring ways
Betrayal put Christ in the grave
Niggas, unrighteous ways
You up, they wanna stop you
Down, they talk about you
Even your friends will rob you
You think I'm lying?
Ask Rich Porter mom duke
Shit is real
Gimmie a bit a favour, of a friend who won't snake you
Coke that don't lose grams, and I'm cool man
I was quarterback in the pack, despite D from the Blue Van
Just me and a few mans, setting screens, reppin Queens
Whoever thought that this will be Cory's destiny?

(Hook)
Keep your friends close, enemies closer
Never sleep on any beef, or get worked to a smoke

(Cormega)
We out

I hope this ain't a bad time, did I wake you?
I've been meaning to talk to you, come over
Take a walk with you, if you don't mind
I think its time I share thoughts with you
I thought you knew my feelings, I'm making sure you do
I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing you was here
We could just talk, while I run my fingers through your hair
I'm feeling your style, your conversation, your smile
I've been patient a while, there's no escaping denial
The waste of time, we could be spending
You told me I'm different, from the rest
And you don't even, understand why you wit him
If you love him, stay wit him, if not, don't play wit him
Cause feelings run deep, my emotions make niggas
Do things they might regret, I don't wanna bang wit him
Over you, I suppose you knew
He ain't a killer
So imma let you go, think about it let me know

Sometimes I wish I never met you yo...

When I met you, I didn't sweat you
Eye contact was kinda real
You kept it concealed, your man was with you
You see my style you realize I'm official
I was a face you've never seen, with a grace of a king
I was me, and my man, Fly Tai in Fort Green
My people recognize you, and said you only moved with live dudes
And you don't let it run up inside you, time flew
We started kicking it, I'm feeling you, we intimate
And I ain't trying to let nothing interfere wit this
Its real what I feel, but its quite complex
When you leave me, you with him
No I'm stressed
You told me he hit you
I went for my pistol, loaded with missiles
You said "No boo, you making it a whole different issue"
I left it alone, you kissed me
Got dressed and went home
Then when you just saved your man, from getting his frame blown
But imma let you go, think about it let me know

Sometimes I wish I never met you yo...

I mean truthfully, you really need to know
Usually you say "Cory, I don't wanna let you go"
Check it though, I know you want me
Yet reality confronts me, you in a situation
you know that, I must leave
In order for you to grow, try to accept this
You say I'm wrong, but in time you'll respect it
Your needs are being met, your minds in neglected
Its wrong what we doing, if not you would of left him
You telling me this is something you don't wanna hear
But you the type of woman that I don't wanna share, you rare
Imma always be here, if you need me, call me
never think I don't care (echoes: don't care 6x)

[AZ]
Mm

It's that shit right here
It's that big boy music!
Yahmean?

Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram
Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand
was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
Around the year of them classic jams
I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
Word to yam a few got rich and swam
while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
It's over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
Sober my first AR in the hood
Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
Understood I was strong headed
But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever
from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever
Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried
so for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry
(Muthafuckers)

[Hook 2x]
My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the look out man
Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van

[Cormega]
Plans to conquer the street
branded in my head like the mark of the beast
My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep
when I eat my niggaz eat
We take the bitter with the sweet
If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me
Once intrigued with money and fast cars
stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins
Presently the coop I'm in
View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens?
Like Vince Carter I'm too intense
for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim
Anybody can ball I do it to win
Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside
Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise
I spit the sickest rhymes
Daydream of getting mines
Fuck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize?
Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove
From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T
with keys I sold in a V
So cold when I hit the street many people froze
My team deaded the block till it decomposed
And was under our complete control to each his own
I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo
Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told

[Hook 2x]

(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

(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)

(feat. Cormega)

[Cormega]
Yo, loyalty is worht more than wealth
In a world where niggas be all for self
I got friends who never call til they want help
Beg me to show love I don't recieve from them
And hurt me, cuz I'll bleed for them
But is it worth me risking being free for them
I got a lot more to lose and thoughts a lot more secluded
Yours a lot more polluted, what should I do man?
Bitches clockin my dick like the blue van
My nigga Blue Pad, I see he was one of my true man
The same nigga life I saved
Defy my name ???
Niggas, unrighteous ways
You up they wanna stop you
Down they talk about you, even ya friends'll rob you (Ya heard?)
You think I'm lyin' ask Rich Porter mom duke
This shit is real, uhh...
Give me a bitch thats faithful or a friend who won't snake you
And loyalty unlike my previous label
And all my niggas on the run be careful
The cops don't know ya secret but'cha MAN DO (Ya heard?)

Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga
Thats the reason I wasn't with The Firm nigga
All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga
Somethin that a lotta snakes don't deserve nigga
Loyalty, never give it til its earned nigga
Why I wasn't with The Firm nigga
All I got from Big Spank and Sherm nigga
It's Loyalty

[KL]
I thought I seen it all with friendship and money
Dealin with fiends gettin head from the same honey
My old man, a mutual friend tried to capitalize
Sabotage the enterprise, STUPID
He almost fucked us up
We on same page, same stage, same shine
Feelings I've been holdin back speakin my mind
I helped feed ya kids, woulda bust my nine
Protected my life, woulda sacrificed mine
Help you down on stage when you fucked up ya rhymes
Cuz you was too bent up to remember ya lines
But you really hurt our hearts the most cuz you was close
Stabbed us in the back over bullshit contracts
Befriend me befriend us, now you disliked
Caught up in ya own hype, feelin ya own snake bite
I don't plan on dissin you in interviews
You taught me a lesson, I learned ???
Thats why we named this album Screwball Loyalty

[Kyron]
What'cha'll niggas know about going out for the fam
You got beef, I got beef, yo understand?
Loyalty, what it means to me
Blood sweat and tears
Niggas you thugged with, bugged with for years
One love all my duns bust one slug
Screwball I'm still loyal to you while you up above
I'm still reppin' I'm still wylin' I'm still raw to the floor
Like my niggas on the Island
And all you fake niggas, snake niggas get the fuck outta here
'Fore the shotty hit ya face nigga
I'm the same nigga, insane nigga
Screwball we came to regulate the game nigga
Fuck everybody else we goin' for delf
Married to the game in sickness and in health
Real niggas roll with my family
All for one, one for all motherfuckin loyalty

(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]

(Verse 1)
When I came home from jail we was brothers
Your beef was my beef
Remeber that time with Butta on your video set
When he was talkin' bout shootin'
If you don't pay him, then I got into it
Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home
I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain
You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed
Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave
When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand
You said you didn't want it, then you started acting funny
It started with the cover of YSB
A picture of The Firm, everyone except me
Then my voice disappeared off La Familia
That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real love
I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal
Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real
I was never jealous of you
In fact I was proud of you
I smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque"
I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you
I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you

(Chorus)
Love in, Love out
Nowaways is no honor, only drama
Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow
Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets
What's deep is, I had love for you
But due to situations, I can't fuck with you
Trust is a luxury I can't afford
Betrayal's something that I can't ignore

(Verse 2)
My love is real
Some earn it, some are unworthy
Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me
And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself
Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself
I'm free from the burden of extending my hand
To my man's that don't deserve it
I only trust fam
When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me
You should be happy now that I'm doing me
Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit
I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed?
You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate
Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake
I'm living my dream, live yours
I gave sweat and tears
You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh)
You so jealous your emotions make you careless
I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring
At your last I hear you scheemin'
I'm reading you your last right
Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right
I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' it
Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist

(Chorus)

(Verse One)
Your son's stressin' you out
When he was home, he showed no respect for ya house
Now he locked up, callin' collect and you about
To put a block on your phone, Til he says you're the only one helpin' him out
He said his friends ain't there for him
He wished he'd listened when you said they don't care for him
Every night, before you sleep you say a pray for him
You even blame yourself cause you couldn't pay bail for him
You raised him the best you could
He respect you more now cause you're his best friend in the hood
He said he love you and he sorry for the trouble he cause you
And it isn't because of you he in there
So Live Ya Life...

Chorus: (Singing)
This Life, Oh this life
I promise to keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on strugglin'
I'm gonn do it right
So there won't have to be no troubles in my life

(Verse Two)
You single and strugglin', sleepin' with dudes
Get no feelings involved, they trickin' on you
You think you gettin ova, as time flies you gettin olda
You waking up with nobody to hold ya
You're like bad dope, nobody want you
Haunted by your past ghosts, they used to run through
Changin' is your last hope, but do you want to?
Are you still sensual prey when dealers come through?
Is your respect worth losin' for the next man's wealth?
Look in the mirror, stare at yourself
Everything you do in darkness will come to the light
Stop fighting your conscience and Live Ya Life...

(Chorus)

(Verse Three)
You had an addiction
It was so clear
Child welfare came into your home and apprehended your children
Now you faced with a decision
What ya love more : simulation or your children?
The Choice is yours, In the presence of evil
you started sniffin', Boy you was scared of them needles
Your man died from sharin' with people
You know that dope good if you said "it's diesel"
Now you staring at your kids room, but it don't seem true
It's sunny outside but it don't seem blue
You got kids who need you
What you gonna do?
The only way you gonna make things right -
Is to get yourself together and Live Ya Life...

(Chorus) - repeat 2X

Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on strugglin' (4X)

It's 2-0-0-4, (For sure)
And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P
Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll
Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh)
Pick up your hammer, wave your bandanna
Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable
It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga)
Reppin' N-why-see, Cormega motherfucker

It's not a game
We real niggas, one in the same
Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains
As war and peace collide in the back of my brain
I'm a decide between felonies (success) or selling kis
Either way, I need the key to longevity
Mega be in the mist of violence
Grimey niggas silence
Whoever scheming dying
Cause son, I keep the iron
And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness

Raise hell nigga (Watch it)
Why yall already know the deal
You already seen the work of Bill, still
You try to stop it (Never that)
This is why we level cats
This is called rebel rap
Where's your pump and medal at (Pump it)
Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting
(International g thing)
That's what we brinin'
So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P
Strictly for the be (C's), be(Y), the OGs

[Chorus]
For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go)
For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go)
Some live in fear, others wearing life scars
From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard
And all my young niggas of dream of living large
For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go)
And grimy niggas that be taking what's why'alls (Let it go)
Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars

You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are
Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car
Welcome to judgment morning
Where the bugs ain't got love for ya
They got slugs for ya

Yo son, these niggas never got consignment
Popped off iron
Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island
Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment
Yet they want the same fucking respect I get
I was supplying during a drought
Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that)
Nigga with work, if you ain't want it, bounce
Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it)
Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em)
Huh
(Bounce)
Huh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Bounce)
Ugh
(Let it Go)

[Chorus]

I heard your hood needed help so I'm on it
You niggas is acting too flamboyant
It's annoying
You know I been embedded in blacktop
Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot
Which lead to a black shot
So bring the madness, and send the baddest
And watch me down grade they status
And turn them all into faggots
William will never have it (Uh)
Remember I'm a winner (Uh)
Why'all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures

The coke dealer, gorilla, Mega flow iller
Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up
The four fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga
And I prey on a jungle like a boa constrictor

(Lil' Fame)
Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucker)
Have to choke a (Bucker) outta ya ass
Like Ving Rhimes did Tyrese in Baby Boy
Your neighborhood hood's back
Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back
See'mon

[Chorus]

(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)

(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)

(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)
I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin her life
Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight
I will always be Cory, youngest child of Dorothy
My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity
I slung the E, held my first heat with curiousity
Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me
I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas
To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr.
I became a criminal when few though I wasn't
My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice
And with the ???
The quarters not working I question my purpose in life
It must be to write, son I'm very determined
I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman
Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding
unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin
but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin
This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen
I pitch like Randy Johnson
Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson
Before rap my name was ringing in the projects
We took the block and props of every gram cooked
The rap game a change gon' come like Sam Cook
And Big didn't give the crown up and this means
his unwilling departure still makes him king
Cor-mega, will forever still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will
My life is very real a tribeam couldn't measure my skill
or +True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, I'm right here...

[Cormega]
younawmsayin' son?
shit is real
yo, I'm from a place where niggaz get it on
and bullshitters get shitted on
and dead niggaz keep living on
and memories once the henny's pourin'
I see the sadness of so many mourned
yet the beauty of so many born
and the only man I trust is god
cause the devil come in many forms
on the day I rest eternally
I'll be a thug for eternity
the longer word is fire burning me
but you younger thugs could learn from me
love is love..

(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

(Chorus)

(Mega) Yea Spank, what up my nigga
(Spank) Sup, baby whats happenin'
(Mega) Yo son man, look at this shit man
times be fuckin' changin' man
Know what I'm sayin man
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what I mean
(Spank) No doubt son, you know we all wish
that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby
(Mega) Son as long as I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce yo

(Cormega)
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'
Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains
Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring?
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy
Remember when...

Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now

(Chorus)
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize
Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time

(Cormega)
And I remember when the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's
Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent
Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building
Remember when...

Yea son was doing his thing

(Chorus)

(Cormega)
Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how alotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, knah mean

(Cormega talking)
Know what I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?
All them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then son
The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word

(Mega) Yea Spank, what up my nigga
(Spank) Sup, baby whats happenin'
(Mega) Yo son man, look at this shit man
times be fuckin' changin' man
Know what I'm sayin man
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what I mean
(Spank) No doubt son, you know we all wish
that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby
(Mega) Son as long as I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce yo

(Cormega)
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'
Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains
Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring?
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy
Remember when...

Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now

(Chorus)
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize
Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time

(Cormega)
And I remember when the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's
Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent
Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building
Remember when...

Yea son was doing his thing

(Chorus)

(Cormega)
Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how alotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, knah mean

(Cormega talking)
Know what I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?
All them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then son
The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word

(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

(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

(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

(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