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6 Ağustos 2010 Cuma

Cormega Thug Life Extended Version

Cormega Thug Life Extended Version
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Thug Life 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
featuring Crystal Jenkins

[Cormega]
Cormega the illest
niggaz feel this
my rhymes and raps
like dmx
i'll kill this
one final request
i'll fullfill the this
niggaz don't know the
shit i grew up wit
single parent home
welfare checks
no phones
still surviving multiplying
trying to make it
in the rap game
the only sane nigga
i never would complain
i put crack aside
tried the hip hop ride
stepped my game up
layed the bitch up
in 99 i try to make my shit blow up
cause a nigga young as me
never thuggin
but still known as a g
can you feel me, no
but you know i'm there
creepin' through your crib at night
kill yo mamma
your brutha, your sister, and your wife
some call me trife
but its all cause i live a thug life

hook:
it's a thug life nigga
say whut???
it's a thug life nigga
say whut???
it's a thug life nigga
say whut???
it's a thug life nigga
say whut???
Crystal(Singin): Thug Life

[Cormega]
sometimes fear takes control of us all
niggaz never realize
the seriousness of it all
jelously and envy
takin' over the streets
make a nigga like me wonder what
we did to deserve these feats
hungry children in the ghetto
with out enough to eat
families in housing projects during
the winter without no heat
speak about it all you want
with reverand jesse jackson
with faracon, cochran,
and mr. affirmative action
that's just step one son
apply it to life
just like the law about handguns
and remember no nigga out there
should have to lose his life
f-ck it
i guess it's just thug life

hook

[Cormega]
them muthaf-ckas on wall street
don't give a f-ck about the ghetto
they would rather suck dick than help you
and ain't afraid to let you know
then they run for office
get up and talk shit
win your vote, get ellected
and don't do shit
i was born and raised
a new york native
sold drugs, got paid,
until the operation was raided
it makes me sick, day after day
that bum *(clinton) smokes celtzer(weed)
and gets mad paid
the government will never get rid of drugs
they get too much money for it
congressmen shoot up
and then go to work and legislate
sounds great
i wish i was a politician
my only mission would
be to smack crack and pretend like i'm listening
so f-ck 'em
we'll handle our problems on our own
they'll probably get mad, try to to take our life
well nigga
that's just thug life

hook:

[Cormega]
yo this is cormega
and i'm here to tell all of you
livin' on the streets
in housin' projects
and in ghettos
to keep ya head up
times are bad on the streets
killin' and shit
but i want each and everyone of you
to keep up hope
peace out

hook

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Cormega On the Real

Cormega On the Real
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: On the Real 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
featuring Nas Screwball

[NAS]
Yea (House of Hits)
Finally up in this nigga
On the real all you crab niggas know the deal
On the real all you crab niggas know the deal
To my seed May I lead you into no breed of evil
In the categories and stories I breed my sequel
You know the money blues blunts broken 22's
Monkey see Monkey do
A shorty sipping sunny dew
Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokey
Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't make no noise cause we dirty
Tell the ho's to hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume, and mad boom
And there's video taping of booming ass's on the zooming lens
Rolling on you non descript niggas
Your marked for death like colombians with bad coke that gip niggas
Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if your skilled enough
In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's bust

Chorus
On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal
On the Real all you crab niggas know the deal 2x

[K-L from ScrewBall]
Now its verbal abuse cause the mic's in use
This is your sorry excuse
Get your neck put in a noose
K-L is quick to let loose, to make your blood count reduce
Over the snare drum
We reproduce like cum
Impregnating the track, making it fatter than it was
Giving life to idea
Through the verse is what he does

[Kamikaze]
See a close call about two clicks from my fortress
We rolling squad deep, on the Kawasaki hourses
QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to toss us
We metal down now its time to show these clowns who the boss is
We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no lossess
Accumalating to much cream for you to touch
f-cking welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chuckers
From the ruckus
Your gone and your crew still love us
Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life shit
I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, paying rent
Murdered Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles
Onyx pendants, and Rubied down shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, sought the antique three pound
Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the town

Chorus 2x

[Cormega]
(Play some treats on us)
Drugs in my shirtsleeve
The side bubble converti
Eyes low cause the lye blow
Five-oh know we dirty drive slow
Write a line sipping a glass of wine
The block is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind
When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with
Exhale precise shine like cocian white
Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I know
With diamond rolexes, that drive infinit's and lexus
So send my enimies a message
My Tommy Hilfiger vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot
I'm still protected
So never ask why I write so violent
My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers Island
I remained calm while you tried to bite my style and
When I performed niggas mic's went silent
To the kid who made my man ill will bless this
(On the real)
When I catch up to your ass you know the deal

[Nas and Cormega]
On the real

chorus 4x

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Cormega f-ck Nas And Nature

Cormega f-ck Nas And Nature
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Fuck Nas And Nature 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
Yo Son this person's all on your shit)
Nah what's this?
(Nigga Nas tried to commit yeah word em up)
Not that nigga not that nigga that nigga's too pretty
(You gotta do somethin man you gotta do somethin man word up)
Take that nigga to war
Yo Nature listen man
In a jacuzzi flashin splashin like a uzi rappin
Much love for thugs God bless B.I. askin
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz keep askin
The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in
Chrome be Gotti be re-essence, check it
Niggaz talkin bout, how real they kept it on record
Screamin out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in love with Reaper?
My four-eyed niggaz would love to meet ya
Life's a Bitch but shit gets deeper, f-ck gold chains and sneakers
I had dat, when cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who this fake nigga soundin like me?
You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand like me
I'm loungin, you're like rookies on housin
You see my team comin and your heart starts poundin
You shook, getting paid off the book
Niggaz jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you need respect
or be another nigga that my f-ckin heater wet
My poetry is manifest, the words be correct
My empire rise, now my enemies are vexed
Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you next
Yeah, clear my little man
YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas
It ain't nuttin personal, it's all business yaknahmsayin?
You let your little faggot ass man come around me
But my man got a few words he wanna say to you
Nature you fake ass, try to be down, shot your stank ass
Ice Cream Man took the shit, your little brother tape back
Now you against the Mega star, pump a hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS, doin no Escobar's


When they crew speak, heard my team burn the wonder
Five stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm
The Mobb exclusive, check the nuclear on the nak-ed
Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the writer bent
Hover from night to light, now push the tighter shit
The tighest click, we're airtight
Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type
but we rock mics and jams, like gats we cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not nice
Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz
Hit me on the timin you can find me where the coke is
I'm a nightmare, the street demon
Tell your whole crew with twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster the flag
I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no special effects
Yeah, bring the drama, I like the f-ckin trauma
A gladiator, rocking steel plated armor
Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd better bring a referee
My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz scared to death of me
And you man, acting like a Columbian refugee
Murder any nigga in sight, any day or night
You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's white
Lampin on the Hill, that nigga Nature thought he ill
I f-cked his ass up like I'm Holyfield
This the Real Deal, my time is drama for thought
Of course, yeah, the f-cking boss
Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my spot
Took one punch to the face, and dead dropped
It's over La, I don't even know why you even won't try to come at me
This is Cor motherf-ckin Mega
You know I'm the baddest you f-ckin faggot
I'll f-ck you up
I brought my man for your f-ckin gold teeth
You be wearin your shit in the projects, you're a f-cking bitch
Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to
get a f-ckin fireproof f-ckin van that's how you come through
the projects or niggaz'll burn your shit down
Them niggaz is idiots, yo
Talkin about Street Dreams rockin a pink ass suit

What the f-ck kind of dreams you niggaz workin with, man?
You f-ck with me, you're f-ckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggaz ain't ready for f-cking war
Y'all ain't ready for the motherf-ckin, the gun battles
or the beatings on sight man
don't f-ck with me man, I got no more to say man
trick ass bay-atches

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Cormega One Love

Cormega One Love
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
Nas: What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
What up with Cormega, did you see him, are y'all together?
(From Illmatic, "One love")

Cormega:Yea I'm about to write this letter, lay it down you know?

Verse One:

Dear Nas
what up son it's Mega
I got your letter
me and my cousin Oogie here together
a yo your man Duke came through
you should know the situation cause we dealing with the same crew
and you can tell that crabb shorty I'm a hurt her
for f-cking with them niggas from that crew she know we want to murder
a yo that shit about Jerome's neice is foul
she was bringing niggas mad loud when we was locked down
put around town the 4 pounds of glocks
on the dime block
labels are marked now they have they full time lock
son f-ck the stupidness
shorty be trooping it
next time you see her hit her off with some loot and shit
don't forget the kicks I already got flicks
Big Ice hit bricks from c-76
homocide thieves are ready to blitz
travelers think
string with the grin his razor blade blew six
a yo...

one love, one life, one mind dreaming
son one day I'm leaving
one thug showing you love for one reason
for all my niggas thats locked down and bleeding(2x)

Verse 2:

(yo yo)
Anyway I heard Black Jay was getting paper
tell my nigga Nut his man Bass is here from Jamaica
I was holding down a fourth and for a other ton
you couldn't touch a jack unless you had gats or box cutters
I seen an ox cutter, so many features
niggaz sneaking up and blowing motherf-ckers for their sneakers
I seen this kid cut police up, for real muney creeped up
slid the ills out and blew the beast up
yo handcuffs can make a man tough a

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Cormega Dead Man Walking

Cormega Dead Man Walking
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Full Metal Jacket
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
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 muthaf-cka 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 f-ckin 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 f-ckin 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 muthaf-cker flex
I told him how the muthaf-ckin 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 f-ckin 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 f-ckin 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 f-ckin back
when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed
he just a dead man walking
ay yo, f-ck that shit.... I'm through talking
(gunshot

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Cormega Testament

Cormega Testament
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Full Metal Jacket
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
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 Bemerz 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
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 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-ckers 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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Cormega Megas On His Own

Cormega Megas On His Own
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
featuring Carl Thomas

[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, nigg

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Cormega Take Mine

Cormega Take Mine
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
"Pure, uncut..."

[Cormega]
Yo
Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess
A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest
My brown eyes reflect the drama
The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River
Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her
I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him
I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops
And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks
I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me
I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo
Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me
Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me
A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me
To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy
When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell
Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells

[Hook]
Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up
Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
Mega motherf-ckin Montana, what?!

[Cormega]
Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand



Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands
Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence
Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident
My little me be settin in for phone time
In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time
Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine
are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time
I got dreams ya team never seen
Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean
I got heat,

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Cormega Killaz Theme

Cormega Killaz Theme
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Killaz Theme 12
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
Featuring Mobb Deep]
(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, cuz 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)
Jacuzzi 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-ck 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-ck with...
What!!!
(Havoc):
f-ck 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-ck 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-ck 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-cking 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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Cormega Affirmative Action

Cormega Affirmative Action
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Miscellaneous
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
Intro: AZ

This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man

[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black

[Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar

[Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a f-ckin villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

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Cormega Take These Jewels

Cormega Take These Jewels
Şarkıcı: Cormega
Albüm: Unknown - Bilinmiyor
(Yabancı Şarkı Sözleri), Lyrics:
[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 Porte

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