[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
Yea Spank, what up my nigga Sup, baby whats happenin' Yo son man, look at this shit man Times be fuckin' changin' man Know what I'm sayin' man I wish
Out there (Out there, out there) In the street you know (In the street you know) I'm strugglin' (Strugglin') Trying to survive Out there (Out there,
Yo mega man, what's the deal son? Yo son, what's up? Yo man, I'm just sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, life's general for us, you
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
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
[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
time somebody just got they shit twist on the block fuckin up the grind so till it pipe down we jus blowin at the sluts bitch i wanna fuck rite now (cormega
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
[Cormega] Yo, I write rhymes, for niggas at night time Consider your life mine Whether you pumpin 5 packs or 5 dimes My time I'm livin' it, my persona
The greatest thought...the supreme being The greatest power...love The greatest weakness...lack of faith The greatest certainty...change The greatest
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
When I came home from jail we was brothers Your beef was my beef Remember that time with Butta on your video set When he was talkin' bout shootin' If
Cormega: ayo guns and roses sons and soldiers drug game cocaine ac's and range rovers snakes plan a way to set they own man up for grams when they bag
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 Cormega,
Yo, guerrilla war nigga, what, guerrilla war nigga What, what, guerrilla war nigga What, what, guerrilla war nigga What, what, guerrilla war nigga, it
[Verse 1] aww shit Im always caught up in a scandal im like Martin dumbing out on Tisha Campbell my dick is on the crap table Im ready to gamble gimme
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,