Lyrics:
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
a gold grill, I like you the most still
And she feel me like braille, get you outta your shell
Is this heaven or hell? Man, I really can't tell
I just ball
and that's just how it be
PTSD, I was in a trap every week And I was more time there for longer or just
A week So do the math, I was barely home
And when I'm
Where my dogs at? (right here)
You see them niggas? (Right where?)
Dead 'em, boys (right there)
That's how we do (Alright, then)
Yeah, this is for my
the G-List
You da type that will sell ya soul
Just to only make it up the C-list
C this is the reason why we different
I work my ass off everyday
Even if it
come through (why not)
They doin' numbers, we'll do somethin' too (why not)
Is you doin ya dirt, they really know ya bout ya work
If they scopin ya
Once upon a time in a neighborhood not far away
Was a dude named Timothy, he tried to steal a car a day
He kept a screwdriver close by, he did
the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass will still blow it
Bullshit ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
Coz this is my story, my paper back
Go and stand up proud! don't hunch your back
Invest your time in you! you're your piggy bank
Remember who you are,
Oooh
Ayyyyy
Ooo oooh
Like this look
Ayyy Ayy Ayayyy
I ask you is you holding or your folding
If you rocking then I'm motherfucking rollin
up in a world where
It's kill or be killed
I swear that every bitch I used
To fuck fuck me still
Just give a dick, never covered a bill
This shit is
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
lit by Olympic torches
Gold bars melted and what returned Rolexes
Niggas got Breitlings to burn
Loyalty to earn
Royalty to who it may concern this is
to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we gon' bring it home for real
What you wanna bet the lama'll squash you
I been had a white fan base before
really like most why y'all cowards
I'ma show you how to swing the chrome for real
Dog this year we goin' bring it home for real
What you want to bet
never get it
Its not a phase
I listen to music from Norway
This guy named Varg in France tried killing niggers
Pipebomb
No mom I dont watch spongebob
home sweet home
when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone
And me without a mic is like a brother with no function
That's like (?)
cold
Smashed into pieces
On the floor
Dead on arrival
No survival
Eye on the prize
Eyein down this rifle
545 by thirty nines
I hit em in the spine
one time I stayed home, his party got busted by the popo
It made me so so so so so so happy
He got grounded and the dance was this week (ha)
I never
arm and ID that I wore
When I did it got send C.O.D
To the HQ, note reading "this is not me
And I hate you for making me make a man bleed"
stunners, hustlers
Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I smell?
No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill
come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only
come around
by the time the hypes
taking of his nikes
I know it sound cold
but this bullet put a hole in my soul
?never shorties years stole?
he was only
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