Тексты песен «Cormega»

[Cormega] 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...

[Cormega] Yo, I live the life of '62 pick-ups Pumpin' on corners, beat downs to stick-ups Seein' events, of which I had to stay silent Murder, extortion, and all types of violence Kids, livin' the life of ghetto heavens...

[Child] Uncle Cory can you tell us a story please [Cormega] alright, alright [Child] Please [Cormega] Y'all tucked in? Here we go [Cormega] Once upon a time not long ago A lame MC didn't want me to blow I...

[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(squealers,) thats me You have the audacity to talk like...

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...

[Cormega] I ain't forget the hunger pangs Stomach growlin like thunder and rain Fame calmed the savage that I once became My status wasn't established from trying to get a name It came from serving addicts lead and...

Yo Hey Whussup? Chillin' Word Working Yeah, nahmsaying? Well, when you coming home? I'm a be there later on Well look, we need to talk Ah boy Yo listen, check this out Last night I had a dream, it had me...

[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...

[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...

I'm sick of gossipping bithces and niggaz who gossip like bitches Claimin' they live but if you pop 'em they snitchin' Some watch from the building and gain knowledge of dealers Knowin' they lack the heart of those...

[Cormega] Yo, truer lyrics were praised, the listeners craved To hear our camera's get caned, the rooftop Where the dealers will hang, and bubblegooses And sheepskins, and DJ's play the song cuz they love the music Way...

It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth and(from) lies Supplies from dealers and death Im feeling this, I'm young and ruthless Status unmatched undisputed, some assuming My destiny...

[Cormega] Your ebony eyes is heavenly You like a pearl handle, smooth yet deadly Smile yo, your style so awesome, like Stoudemire Crossin' over, lost 'em, you a cobra, I gotta use caution Perfection, slide like the new...

Stupid...can't fuck with this (I know) Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn [Verse 1- Havoc] Yo, I love my niggas for that We strike back, handle business Test the realist, stay focused And keep the, enemy near...

(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...

[Cormega] as death nears you sink deeper in his reach as you're caressed by the grim reaper as my heat enters your flesh, you begin to meet up with the same streets you claimed was yours they remain yours your blood...

Yeah Know what I'm sayin' Premo' Tell these niggas about my life know what I mean It's been a crazy, crazy journey for me, know what I mean I spend my days in a steel cage Where brothers feel rage And get real...

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'...

(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...

[Cormega] I'm extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes in Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony I paint a...