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Cormega - Testament 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 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. Nawmean? That's my testament. That's what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm out |
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