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from Screwball - Loyalty (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted.. The streets was waitin' here I am, a beast awakened in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets after years of bein' patient sheddin' tears and beatin' cases I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!) no more to say words can't explain like Rich Porters grave this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent the mind like a Nine automatic graceful yet capable of causin' damage I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real dough or die, either way I do deals I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison what other lyricist conveys such sincereness? I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings fearless, and betrayal with trust is given now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it niggas act like they was sendin' me packages when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it I get money and I still be in the Projects fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas 41st side, what, we had cracks in the building the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless I suppose those who ain't like us feared us the life we chose inspired me to write these poems I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone The Realness... my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner.. pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell.. the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(Cormega)
Yo, its night time I can't sleep My pens beggin' me to write rhymes Cory's a felony despite time I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song Hip hop cannot ignore me for long I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her She had class now she sellin it all for cash When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood She used to be out in Queens with DMC And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P. She was fly she kept her shit tight Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row" Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast She met a lame with with a drug dealer name He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic You understand the message I know I'm gettin to deep for some Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons She was stressed because she missed Pac She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?' I love her like a mother, my physical path She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash Whats her name dun? *Echoed* |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know, things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? (Verse 1) The saga begins I'm a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove not gun shots, we're immune to those some of my friends first bids are two to fours others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Son's walk through the door for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets (Chorus) Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses and tears shed for passed soldiers we all walkin' the path chosen from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life.. (Verse 2) Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso's spirit entered me starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin' uneffected by police intrusions or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit' I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless we ain't built the same so mind games are useless times change, like the climate I change check the forecast, I reign (Chorus) (Verse 3) Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you realize you're mentally scarred if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you've been conquered blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won't stop for Black Males undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair (Chorus) |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
[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 |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(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 |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
Son I was a young nigga hustling
Me serving a D was unheard of, unless a D served me Speak words superbly, its clear you heard me Your idea of a real nigga changed I'm into bigger things I'm tryin to maintain the same aim of prisoners drug dealers and my niggas who gangbanged The game changed, shit is on fire Niggas went from greatness to statements and wires So scared to face a bid they betraying their suppliers Sold to niggas outta state, you want weight you pay higher I'm condemned yet exalted for words spoken cautious Seen some of the biggest drug dealers blow fortunes in bathrooms Niggas be sniffin like vacuums I Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled I had Nike Delta Forces with them clear capsules 5 for 40, crackheads like "I only buy from Cory" |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know? [Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy Batteries not included in my music Or holding up my spinal cord Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, though My chain got the icy glow B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real [Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Snotty nose, nappy afro Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out On an Island where P.C. was a gay house Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo [Chorus x2] [Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word) From rappin' in the 'hood To promising careers It's all good The rap game is new to me The crack game - true to me(my life) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws [Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**kin' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez [Chorus x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds, you can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that? |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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... |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
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) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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) |
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(Cormega)
Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love squellers thats me You have the audacity to talk like you real Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered But you dying a slow death denying you told yet The truth came to light you a fake nigga You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga Fuck your life I hate the side of your face nigga Only a fake nigga would respect you You went against the cause and signed papers The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me ?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand I guess thats the way it was planned (Hook) (Cormega) There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it You had respect around the way and you lost it If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live? Nigga you get no love (Cormega) Death before dishonor You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail I get you hit up in the shower I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride I'm the turth, you living a lie You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa? I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga And think the streets don't know Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness And knowing ya names associated with snitches You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact you a stool pigeon Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga (Hook) (Cormega) Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable I once admired you, you rap bastard Ain't no need to explain you not my man Everytime you give me five I wash my hands What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks I move in three days not including the grindin What polluted ya mind was it alluded time my words are exulted yours ruin lives You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine All my doggs doing time, no before I side with the law I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence BITCH! (Hook) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
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 |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
It's time to separate the rookies from vets
Pussies from threats, truth and lies Supplies from dealers and death Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming My destiny to rep these streets I'M BUILT FOR THIS The will is too strong Feel this numb from dealing too long Its real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing You hold a grudge, a 45 with infra holding no love Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious Like a shark I tear you open cut you blood in my ocean My pen it ghost people, like dope needles When I rhyme theres no equal The flow will freeze you, like medusa stair I'm so lethal Obvious I'm a vill, with odds against me Like Rasheed Wallace its hard to stick me I'M BUILT FOR THIS In the street, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty 30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live I concord you, I kinda knew you was weak I can see how cowards do I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectant My essence is getting money, my oral life, Lexus On the mic I'm relentlence, prosude the perfection Ya new connect for pure, uncut raw - what I caught a rush when ever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki Or a dyme satisfy my every need I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me Some smile at my face, yet they still against me I ??? the fake, never sleep or denie death for waste Or compisate in the presence of snakes When & where and time I'm measuring weight You destine to think or where does he get this paper, son we nearly extinct I realized that when burring spank, the real will parish ya life Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is exelent M - for the man E - executioner G - get money A - all my niggas movin up I'M BUILT FOR THIS For real its in me, like R. K ill make you feel the big heat The illest is me, the drug dealer empties semi-auto I conceal on these streets To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow You cant replace me I live the rhyme I visualize, you aint real I see it in ya eyes I spit nines, weight coke on scales thats digitalized The realness I live and die, the streets I impitalize the trife life I rock juels with ice, verbally I bruise mics Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
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) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
(Verse 1)
Dress don't impress me (uh) Ain't no love, your death won't affect me How dare you? Think I fear you Or won't retaliate, Nigga, bring it to me I strike immediately I see the envy, you lust what I posses Guns at my address await you You slept, Im'a erase you I don't hate you I never gave you a reason, but fuck it: BRING IT! You wanna, put my life in your hands like dice I got money in the bank, you ain't stop Your jealousy may stop, appear more clear Strategy's more severe I'm in your mind so much you see me in your mirror I crush you and won't hesitate to buck you Can't rock me to sleep, I don't trust you I'm not prey, Im'a fuck a predator Im'a still be here while you're dead and gone... (Chorus) These animals wild life Niggas wanna challenge me Snake mothafuckas with guerrilla mentality These cats be spineless, to alkaline batteries Enter the picture, and switch up anatomies (Verse 2) You must've forgot, I got guns too And son too will take your miserable life, from you What the fuck you think If sleeping is a weakness Amongst the illest, I hung with killers, Slung with dealers, my gun the illest In the projects, the fully automated sterling Will make your world end So fast and shatter like a coke glass with too much heat Too much beef is hard to digest (uh) You can't defy death (what) Your man can die next when I press the trigger Direct shots will hit you fatally, I play for keeps stay away from me, we not peoples, we not equal When its on, ends: there's not a sequel! Life will leave you when I squeeze, duke I know rage is blind but Im'a see you It's only right, apologies to your only kin and lonley wife Cus you ain't coming home tonight (uh) (Chorus) (Verse 3) Nothing sweeter than revenge The vengeance is splendid, your body extended White chalk and forensics I'm... prepared, never scared You the least of my fears My niggas shed blood, your niggas shed tears I'm like a soldier, your life is over Im'a strike like a cobra and smile like the joker You a statistic, your shit all twisted I, unleash the beast without three sixes Wish we could've fixed it Now, I'm staring at your muralized picture Streets cried with you but the beef died with you You wanted war? I complied with cha I got to choose now I'm the prince of the street for laying you down I reign supreme, niggas never should've never came for me It's over la, close your eyes, When you die its on the rise You got sent to God's kingdom For opposing mines! (Gun cocks, then fires) |
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from Cormega - The True Meaning (2002)
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*) |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words..
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted.. The streets was waitin' here I am, a beast awakened in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets after years of bein' patient sheddin' tears and beatin' cases I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!) no more to say words can't explain like Rich Porters grave this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent the mind like a Nine automatic graceful yet capable of causin' damage I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real dough or die, either way I do deals I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison what other lyricist conveys such sincereness? I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings fearless, and betrayal with trust is given now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it niggas act like they was sendin' me packages when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it I get money and I still be in the Projects fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas 41st side, what, we had cracks in the building the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless I suppose those who ain't like us feared us the life we chose inspired me to write these poems I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone The Realness... my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner.. pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell.. the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(Cormega)
Yo, its night time I can't sleep My pens beggin' me to write rhymes Cory's a felony despite time I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song Hip hop cannot ignore me for long I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her She had class now she sellin it all for cash When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood She used to be out in Queens with DMC And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P. She was fly she kept her shit tight Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row" Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast She met a lame with with a drug dealer name He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic You understand the message I know I'm gettin to deep for some Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons She was stressed because she missed Pac She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?' I love her like a mother, my physical path She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash Whats her name dun? *Echoed* |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know, things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? (Verse 1) The saga begins I'm a reflection of the drama within the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared the first time you get locked up who really cares? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove not gun shots, we're immune to those some of my friends first bids are two to fours others are on the run with huge rewards Mothers watch Son's walk through the door for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets (Chorus) Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses and tears shed for passed soldiers we all walkin' the path chosen from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered I still got the black ski mask to throw on but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more look at my life.. (Verse 2) Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent I paint a picture vividly as if Picasso's spirit entered me starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep I'm sick of hearin' eulogies I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin' uneffected by police intrusions or street illusions we were consumed wit' I've even grown away from people I grew wit' I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless we ain't built the same so mind games are useless times change, like the climate I change check the forecast, I reign (Chorus) (Verse 3) Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars then once free you realize you're mentally scarred if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise you've been conquered blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won't stop for Black Males undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair (Chorus) |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
[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 |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
(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 |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
Son I was a young nigga hustling
Me serving a D was unheard of, unless a D served me Speak words superbly, its clear you heard me Your idea of a real nigga changed I'm into bigger things I'm tryin to maintain the same aim of prisoners drug dealers and my niggas who gangbanged The game changed, shit is on fire Niggas went from greatness to statements and wires So scared to face a bid they betraying their suppliers Sold to niggas outta state, you want weight you pay higher I'm condemned yet exalted for words spoken cautious Seen some of the biggest drug dealers blow fortunes in bathrooms Niggas be sniffin like vacuums I Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled I had Nike Delta Forces with them clear capsules 5 for 40, crackheads like "I only buy from Cory" |
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from Cormega - The Realness (2001)
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know? [Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy Batteries not included in my music Or holding up my spinal cord Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, though My chain got the icy glow B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real [Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Snotty nose, nappy afro Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out On an Island where P.C. was a gay house Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo [Chorus x2] [Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word) From rappin' in the 'hood To promising careers It's all good The rap game is new to me The crack game - true to me(my life) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws [Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**kin' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez [Chorus x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds, you can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that? |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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) |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(Cormega)
Yo, laid back like a fat buddha holding my pearl handle luger in a landcruiser rims shine like daytime in Bermuda i rap tight smoother than niggas who be fronting like parakeet movers I had to be financially set new lex in front of my duplex my shine dripping wet new nine's in case your group flex my brown eyes leaving your boot stretched so bad you had to get a new rep vest cause i collect stats, my advice is to accept that step back blast dont even wet that, yo It's mandatory, I'm self explanatory Don't front on me shorty your man's working for me (Havoc Chorus) ayo we move ki's angel dust son you get touched dress up get rushed stepping up or press luck Cormega coming through, duck move slowly get bucked criminal minds get stitched up down to buy your watch or bitch up (Cormega) Ayo this crime addict mind my rhyme status shines like a nine 'matic yo im scarface for real I wanna die blasting f**k stashing my next 50 g's I'm buying me a five wagon thugged out leather interior, mega superior my art of war deaded your area my mugshot praised in jail cells and drug spots my razor touched faces and cut rocks corrupt cop cases had me on semi vacation in state greens laid down weight schemes with niggas that get payed and take cream drug supplier, thugs admire ghetto dun dun gun fire deep mind none higher your drama equalizer I speak the murder Kiser Sose, no survivors (Chorus 2x) (Cormega) teach on threats concepts I didn't speak on yet courts feared mentally severe to the ear thug general, white lines for criminal minds to listen to chemical rhymes sparkle like a '62 invinsible foulness my style is trife like Rikers Isle get Queen Bridge projects is lounging on a cocaine mountain ayo Hav let the four pound spit, what! (Chorus 2x) |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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) |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(Intro / Mobb Deep):
Ha ha... Yeah... Uh-huh, right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me... (Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) We wanna kill you... (Prodigy): Eh-yo, Peace to our way of life Hats off to all the trife Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives Specially for stacks of green packs My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole Mobb got the same patience Throw on your tracks 8-6 And make moves like a space ship We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation Ya light at the weight station That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation Overdose music It's theraputic to the user Driving wild under the influence of this Careful, 'cause ya might just crash ya shit Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck Me and Mobb tryin to connect like thirty thousand dollar links Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple (Cormega): Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good They leave a funny smell Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me Mega regulatin' The way shit's supposed to be Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me To live my destiny (ha) Ja'causezi water soaking me Floating in smoky Durango Doing my thing yo, my mac milli Sweeter than a mango Son, you know the drilly The drama is a part of me Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this, real shit You banned from the projects Your love here, ancient (f**k that) Yo, I'ma see you Nigga, you transperant see through Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing Thug shit you can't f**k with... What!!! (Havoc): F**k ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet I floss, try to get away No gats tossed Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids Spray ya crib, f**k it son Something gotta give If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live That's dead ass But to put this whole shit in a smash You real, hit that ass up on four wheels All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit Pop shit, you couldn't f**k this when we drop shit You helpless, put your whole shit outta service Put on some old shit (Thank God for this) Yo, if it wasn't Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust Hustling for petty kid cash Come on know, you know I know When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming Straight coming through while you running Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie It's fifty-fifty f**king with this, nigga just come and get me No doubt... (Chorus / Havoc) We wanna kill you (that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying? A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know? That's why we feelin' my niggas going through the struggle QB-Brooklawn Y'all niggas hold on... if you can't hold on, hang on, you know? [Cormega] Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls The hood agony I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy Batteries not included in my music Or holding up my spinal cord Niggas be lyin' on wax Committing vinyl fraud Denyin' the fact They never slung or fired a gat Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun Hello Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti And NYPD Broken glass, .44's, open caskets Shorty ballers pop shit when they' rock hits the basket The only life we know I flow so precisely, though My chain got the icy glow B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke And tellin' niggas I need coke Shit is real [Chorus x2 - Tragedy Khadafi] See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away But niggas talk it and don't live it, then they forced to pay I'm just trying to be a man in this poison land Forgive me, Father - they forced my hand [Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro Snotty nose, nappy afro Never realized in due time what I would have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard - rockin' Pumas under two-tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up in Spofford, facing hardship Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out On an Island where P.C. was a gay house Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out I knew cats who got bagged they' first day out Yo [Chorus x2] [Cormega] Yo, Trag, we been down for years(word) From rappin' in the 'hood To promising careers It's all good The rap game is new to me The crack game - true to me(my life) Accept the consequences And the blood money cruelty Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray (You remember that shit!) We even did the same dorm in C-74 More than boys we were f**kin' outlaws [Tragedy Khadafi] If I could break you out the courtroom, and clap through reporters Kidnap the jurors - and whack all their daughters The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters Mandela time - get smacked with two quarters A life speed - f**kin' with cracks and weed Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis(shit is crazy, yo) Then I saw shit was real, and I switched my steez [Chorus x4] (outro) Trials and tribulations... you gotta shine... regardless to what... nah'mean? All of my niggas growin' up strugglin' - word I see y'all out there - live ya life, man, stick your chest out, against all odds, you can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't nothin'. We live this, son! Word, that's what we do nigga. Y'all feel that? |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(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 |
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from Cormega - Hustler/ Rapper (2002)
(Intro / Mobb Deep):
Ha ha... Yeah... Uh-huh, right... Part the crowd like the Red Sea... Let's fight to this... Don't even tempt me... (Chorus / Mobb Deep): We wanna kill you... (make y'all niggaz fight to this) We wanna kill you... (Prodigy): Eh-yo, Peace to our way of life Hats off to all the trife Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives Specially for stacks of green packs My outfit ah perform, so blow all stained raps Now let me take y'all niggaz back to my basics of this Ya ancient to flip, fag catch a face lift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole Mobb got the same patience Throw on your tracks 8-6 And make moves like a space ship We pack places, Infamous bangs ya nation Ya light at the weight station That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation Overdose music It's theraputic to the user Driving wild under the influence of this Careful, 'cause ya might just crash ya shit Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck Me and Mobb tryin to connect like thirty thousand dollar links Unpoppable, unstoppable, topple (Cormega): Yo, my drug cliental was bringing me money well Smoking Buddha L's and weed so good They leave a funny smell Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me Mega regulatin' The way shit's supposed to be Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me To live my destiny (ha) Ja'causezi water soaking me Floating in smoky Durango Doing my thing yo, my mac milli Sweeter than a mango Son, you know the drilly The drama is a part of me Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy Mega poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit I leave ya mind paralysed dun, but don't wet it Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama And I embrace this, real shit You banned from the projects Your love here, ancient (f**k that) Yo, I'ma see you Nigga, you transperant see through Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazing Thug shit you can't f**k with... What!!! (Havoc): F**k ya bullshit rep, nigga you ass bet Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet I floss, try to get away No gats tossed Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source Q.B.C. representative, I'm just trying to live If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids Spray ya crib, f**k it son Something gotta give If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live That's dead ass But to put this whole shit in a smash You real, hit that ass up on four wheels All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other rappers You know we kick the truth, you wanna clap us I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit Pop shit, you couldn't f**k this when we drop shit You helpless, put your whole shit outta service Put on some old shit (Thank God for this) Yo, if it wasn't Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust Hustling for petty kid cash Come on know, you know I know When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming Straight coming through while you running Get done-ed, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming One in a mil, slip that ass like a mickie It's fifty-fifty f**king with this, nigga just come and get me No doubt... (Chorus / Havoc) We wanna kill you (that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) We wanna kill you (no doubt, that's right) |
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from Cormega - Legal Hustle (2004)
[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.. |
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from Cormega - Legal Hustle (2004)
I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitches
claiming they live but if you pop em they snitching some wise from the building, the game knowledge of dealers knowing they lack the heart of those who out on the benches I was out in the trenches which enables me to paint such a powerful picture like Apocalypse Now I put my heart in my lyrics, every time I sit down I write, my source of inspiration ain't 3 and a half mics I must have been an mc in my past life presently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm that nice people act like, I don't deserve nothing I got I grew up in the spot my sleep was interrupted by customers knocks some of y'all should just stop the animosity you got for me luck it was not for years we ran the projects like a marathon these catastrophic, my time depth of pride became my own conquest subsequently some are with me others ain't yet, the gun is within me I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me some place judgment against me based on nothing but envy they pray for my downfall like the song by biggie born in the city which never sleeps till rest in peace its carved in stone some starved while others bled to eat rap is my legacy I leave my seed my destiny except I hope she never see the treachery success will bring the trife life and death of kings I'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically never sleep, rest assured mega is dope in its pure form the dealer mc, keeping it real is my protocol fall back I got you hoping off the style- I was working on it the beat is lifeless, till I put my verses on it I reminiscence confinement as I read a kite from my people with secret inditements freedom and trying, contemplating putting streets on the tires dominating this beef with my rhyming as if you need a reminder I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on the wire what other lyricist is known for giving people consignment? I'm eager to find my equal at rhyming I rock, iceberg jeans with the nikes an extremist when rhyming deep as poseidon we lived in violence now I live in a peaceful environment a secret asylum from the streets where people be wiling some blind with fury from seeing my shining like a phoenix arising from the depths showing the reaper defiance |
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from Cormega - Legal Hustle (2004)
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] |
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from Cormega - Legal Hustle (2004)
Intro: Unda P]
Who dat? Nuh old pan deh so now? Selecta!!!! crunch time!!!! [Chorus]: (Vybz Kartel) "Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! (Up to di time, timeless) I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! (Cormega, Queens Bridge, Kartel, Portmore City) (Ladies insist that we start well) Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! (Real badman worldwide) I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! (Now wheel!!!) [Verse 1: Cormega] Like City Of God adversity is Medusa's curse I been hard when facin admeasurable odds I clearly evolve like Bibby when Webber was Gone The jewels keep me cool when the weather is warm The Coups be as hot as the strip that we on Though I'm dealin no more I'm here with cess me import You can get wet for real this ain't a mirage These are treacherous waters with dangerous sharks When my pacers were gone, I came from the heart The realness gave me my start I'm here playin my part Like an illustrious picture, your face in my palm When the game is on the line I'm amazingly calm Whether I'm in the streets or a Jamaican resort I'm a stay doin me that's the way I was taught Destined for greatness success breeds hatred I can't see in the hearts of man I just see paper [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] Hey! We dangerous like a Taliban With knives, hostages and two jumbo jets More dangerous than unprotected sex AK's ninja teck's, fi day to day flex Swords and machete, too petty, Spears, fi Britney Bows and arrows don't fit mi HK dangerous like Bobby Brown to Whitney Murder from di elderly to pickney America's Most Wanted, starrin Kartel and Cormega We on CNN not Capone-N-Noreaga Mi a gunna, nuh fist to fist trada Kill Will Smith just to kiss Jada, Pinkett Slash yuh throat catch yuh blood, drink it Yuh crew big like Titanic mi sink it Yuh walk, like hip hop music from Limp Bizkit We born killas natural is di mystic We spray bullet inna yuh face like make up and lip stick [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! [Verse 3: Unda P] Alright catch this! I come fi run it and dun it di book buy mi givin it And di girls dem lovin it, our Benz and Bima We inna, we roll it, dem bwoy waan mi end it Mi gunshot bun it, Cormega, bum rush it Mi give dem nuh time fi buss it Di ting di ghetto yute man have dem waan tek it Nuh pampa nah pet, now get ready to set it widout warnin Lights, out mi dun it, mi big bold nah stop and nah 'fend it Aiyyo! Dem start disgust mi, cau dem bruk di wey mi feel Battybwoy pick mi get dem wid steel Informa gonna, when big gun tun on yah And run out dem mouth and now dem face sealed, dem face sealed Dem buck upon di real deal, dem a heal And expect some real, dem nuh real Four filled man and mek di bwoy tek we kneel, fi real [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! |
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from Cormega - Legal Hustle (2004)
[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] |
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from Mobb Deep - Mobb Muzik [Clean Version] (1999)
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) |
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from Inspectah Deck - Manifesto (2010)
Our most enduring responsibility to future generations
They say God don't like ugly, blessings are upon us Bush hated niggas, now the President's a brotha Whether you in the gutter, or your residence enormous That shit don't matter when death around the corner Before your book of life ends, recognize the author All praise due, things you do bring karma Your seeds shouldn't eat 'cuz you beefing with baby mama Will be the one you need when police raid the corners Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama Girls who want Prada, women who want powder Children are more violent from living with less guidance And don't learn respect till they bidding with old timers You walk the same path now they road is wiser A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor No matter how much money we invest in our community How many ten point plans, we propose How many government programs we want None of it will make a difference At least not in our predicament We also at the same time Don't cease more responsibility in our own life I slang base and that powder too Team was the wildest crew, I seen what a dollar do Broke nights fiend for a pot of food Lean on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools And they don't stop to get it, get it Four shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted I roll dolo, I don't ask for love Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching slugs Every hood got heaters, many generals defeated Heavy metal pop frequent The world crazy foul, how we suppose raise a child Face a trial, bail over eighty thou' In the street life, you game, player? Haze make the pain clear, eight days, the same stare So mama say a prayer, 'cuz I'm out there I'mma keep talking till they here Providing guidance to our children Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games Helping our children with their homework Teaching our daughters to never allow Images on television to tell what they're worth Teaching our sons to treat women with respect That what makes them a man Is not the ability to have a child but to raise one I thought the block was all there was to life Surfing on the drug sites, meeting up at nights And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to protocol And I got mines with no regard So all I know, is all I show, so all I see, before I go That all I am is the truth with this land And this roof over head and this root to the future fruits Worth more than your Gucci boots I ain't trashing fashion, I like to do me too Still I'm quick to pop it off With the model broad or with the Molotov Light rocks at your tank, might make me Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like You see me, I'm major I told this story to a class of 9th graders They saying, "Fuck school, we some fly gangstas" I gave 'em something that can change their life later That's a message we need to send |
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from Cormega - Raw Forever (2011)
(feat. Tiffany)
[Cormega] Yo, fuck the next nigga rep son, you bust yo gun Respect real niggaz, and trust no one Whoever think it can't happen, what, clap him To hurt your enemy mentally, smack 'em Never let your friends know, how deep your ends go Cuz jealousy's a motherfucker, you never know And never let niggaz know, where you rest at Cuz niggaz might take your dough and push ya head back Everybody want riches, but if the game ain't for you Why fuck with it, yo, for real You might get killed, or touch prison Keep your enemies close and never trust snitches When it's on, you come through creepin' Fuck attention, did I mention? Drugs where you sleepin', just ain't decent Son, I say this for one reason I want all my real niggaz, to keep eatin' Love is love [Chorus: Tiffany] Love, is love Doesn't matter what you got, never had enough Love, is love Don't matter what you do, our love will see you through [Cormega] And to my niggaz who be gettin' ki's Don't trust connects that you never seen Even if he got bricks for seventeen You fuck around, and have a case of State Supreme Nigga, you done, and if you can't a case Run, cuz upstate, your friends won't remember you, son When you out of sight, you out of mind So take my advice, I did a lot of time You feel me? And if a girl did a bid with you Remember, she prove that she did miss you Fuck pretenders, everybody gotta go So tell God that I'm comin' with a lot of dough Fuck the bullshit, I'ma blow So let my drama know I'ma go out Like Montana, yo, you hear me? Yo, I speak severly, streets prepared me And you ain't gotta like me, motherfucker, you fear me I say this for one reason Cuz if you ever fuck me, my guns squeezin' Love is love [Chorus] [Cormega] You never worry about a next nigga, get yours son Jealously'll bury niggaz, fuck the broke niggaz Fuck with the heavy hitters, cuz being broke Make a nigga feel very bitter And if ya man ever steal from you, never trust him When niggaz keep it real with you, you never fuck 'em If you got plans to get rich, don't discuss 'em Cuz who the fuck wanna see you blow, you know? Money come and goes, like friends, had a bunch of those How many with me, 'til the end, I don't know Only trust a few, shit, I even got plans to buck a few Keep it real with me, what up with you? Son, I say this for one reason So you can understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man, I'm done speakin' [Chorus] |
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from Cormega - Raw Forever (2011)
[background:] "For the rest of my life"
[Intro] Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggaz in jail cells, niggaz on the corners hustlin' YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart man [Verse 1] Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers O.G.'s and young thugs wanna hold heaters One love real niggaz not gettin' out to make a deal nigga I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone Pocket Biggie rule forever don't get it confused, never My testamony will be death to a phoney MC You wanna impress me show me a key Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture Analyse every line my scene will vandalise Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive I went from misdate to big H my niggaz know I keep the shit straight [Cormega] Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block this is where I stand for my clientel you know? Then after that we have 'em make distribution off this, word [Verse 2] Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me Thug status yo son I'm above average When it's time for you to die does love matter? You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on scale Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggaz who chop grams See when I eat my niggaz eat See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you What you dream I live and breath which means Don't make me have to kill you play the game See real niggaz stay the same Y'all niggaz scarred to play our change Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still I write lines for niggaz still I wipe dimes who livin' ill I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it Graffitti filled testament [Cormega] Yeah motherfuckers to East to West The money green on your side the money green on my side (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together, knahmean? That's my testament That's what I stand for Either with me or against me I'm out |
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from Cormega - Raw Forever (2011)
(He got the slip on you)
This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy, not surgery the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me dun, I survived he thought that I died now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge once was friends, now that shit's dead that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread and told Dread, I want the pussy clot shot dead that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo he hit me in the chest lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck and I was type-scared to death yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac out said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt he told me to rest I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec in case a muthafucker flex I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch yo, shit is real, I feel better word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin' I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin' his man started dymin' said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him cool, tell my man to drop the kid off soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off now that's one down, one nigga to go just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o now it's time to get even, we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11 I specialize in war now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four I said "yo son, ya games over" I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower he started wettin back I caught him in his fuckin back when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed he just a dead man walking ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking (gunshot) |
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