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[Cormega]
younawmsayin' son? shit is real yo, I'm from a place where niggaz get it on and bullshitters get shitted on and dead niggaz keep living on and memories once the henny's pourin' I see the sadness of so many mourned yet the beauty of so many born and the only man I trust is god cause the devil come in many forms on the day I rest eternally I'll be a thug for eternity the longer word is fire burning me but you younger thugs could learn from me love is love.. |
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| 2. |
| 2:40 |
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I'm sick of gossiping bitches and niggaz who gossip like bitches
claiming they live but if you pop em they snitching some wise from the building, the game knowledge of dealers knowing they lack the heart of those who out on the benches I was out in the trenches which enables me to paint such a powerful picture like Apocalypse Now I put my heart in my lyrics, every time I sit down I write, my source of inspiration ain't 3 and a half mics I must have been an mc in my past life presently I'm unquestionably poetic, I'm that nice people act like, I don't deserve nothing I got I grew up in the spot my sleep was interrupted by customers knocks some of y'all should just stop the animosity you got for me luck it was not for years we ran the projects like a marathon these catastrophic, my time depth of pride became my own conquest subsequently some are with me others ain't yet, the gun is within me I wish for nothing except that my mother was with me some place judgment against me based on nothing but envy they pray for my downfall like the song by biggie born in the city which never sleeps till rest in peace its carved in stone some starved while others bled to eat rap is my legacy I leave my seed my destiny except I hope she never see the treachery success will bring the trife life and death of kings I'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically never sleep, rest assured mega is dope in its pure form the dealer mc, keeping it real is my protocol fall back I got you hoping off the style- I was working on it the beat is lifeless, till I put my verses on it I reminiscence confinement as I read a kite from my people with secret inditements freedom and trying, contemplating putting streets on the tires dominating this beef with my rhyming as if you need a reminder I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on the wire what other lyricist is known for giving people consignment? I'm eager to find my equal at rhyming I rock, iceberg jeans with the nikes an extremist when rhyming deep as poseidon we lived in violence now I live in a peaceful environment a secret asylum from the streets where people be wiling some blind with fury from seeing my shining like a phoenix arising from the depths showing the reaper defiance |
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| 3. |
| 5:38 |
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It's 2-0-0-4, (For sure)
And these motherfuckers still ain't got a release date for the Mo-P Niggas got me pissed off, chest all swoll Like an inmate, waiting to see the parole board (Oh) Pick up your hammer, wave your bandanna Rep your crew, or get turned into a fucking vegetable It's MO (P nigga), it's MO (P nigga) Reppin' N-why-see, Cormega motherfucker It's not a game We real niggas, one in the same Either deceased, in the streets, or shackled in chains As war and peace collide in the back of my brain I'm a decide between felonies (success) or selling kis Either way, I need the key to longevity Mega be in the mist of violence Grimey niggas silence Whoever scheming dying Cause son, I keep the iron And speak the fly techniques, peep your highness Raise hell nigga (Watch it) Why yall already know the deal You already seen the work of Bill, still You try to stop it (Never that) This is why we level cats This is called rebel rap Where's your pump and medal at (Pump it) Blep, blep, blep, blep let your heat sting (International g thing) That's what we brinin' So drop it (Oh), the legendary Mo-P Strictly for the be (C's), be(Y), the OGs [Chorus] For all my niggas on the corner, going hard (Let It Go) For my sons, doing time behind bars (Let it go) Some live in fear, others wearing life scars From beef long forgotten, or for fighting in the yard And all my young niggas of dream of living large For seeing other niggas getting money and cars (Let it Go) And grimy niggas that be taking what's why'alls (Let it go) Sky's the limit nigga, reach for the stars You the type of nigga to talk about how gully you are Then put on a seat belt, when you hop inside of your car Welcome to judgment morning Where the bugs ain't got love for ya They got slugs for ya Yo son, these niggas never got consignment Popped off iron Wore Fila flip-flops under they cot on the island Pay they lawyer with street money to eat an indictment Yet they want the same fucking respect I get I was supplying during a drought Fiveteen hundred an ounce, (Hold that) Nigga with work, if you ain't want it, bounce Yo Fame what we talk about (Drop it) Yo, Billy runnin 'em out (Clap 'em) Huh (Bounce) Huh (Bounce) Ugh (Bounce) Ugh (Let it Go) [Chorus] I heard your hood needed help so I'm on it You niggas is acting too flamboyant It's annoying You know I been embedded in blacktop Weld into a black rock, fed through a crack spot Which lead to a black shot So bring the madness, and send the baddest And watch me down grade they status And turn them all into faggots William will never have it (Uh) Remember I'm a winner (Uh) Why'all catch me in the ghetto with either my medal or my figures The coke dealer, gorilla, Mega flow iller Fucking with me, your mind, body and soul will get hit up The four fifth'll turn you into a whole different nigga And I prey on a jungle like a boa constrictor (Lil' Fame) Nigga, you gonna make me (Fucker) Have to choke a (Bucker) outta ya ass Like Ving Rhimes did Tyrese in Baby Boy Your neighborhood hood's back Nigga my nigga Mega bring the hook back See'mon [Chorus] |
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| 3:13 | 
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| 5. |
| 2:47 |
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| 6. |
| 2:13 |
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| 7. |
| 3:44 |
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Intro: Unda P]
Who dat? Nuh old pan deh so now? Selecta!!!! crunch time!!!! [Chorus]: (Vybz Kartel) "Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! (Up to di time, timeless) I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! (Cormega, Queens Bridge, Kartel, Portmore City) (Ladies insist that we start well) Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! (Real badman worldwide) I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! (Now wheel!!!) [Verse 1: Cormega] Like City Of God adversity is Medusa's curse I been hard when facin admeasurable odds I clearly evolve like Bibby when Webber was Gone The jewels keep me cool when the weather is warm The Coups be as hot as the strip that we on Though I'm dealin no more I'm here with cess me import You can get wet for real this ain't a mirage These are treacherous waters with dangerous sharks When my pacers were gone, I came from the heart The realness gave me my start I'm here playin my part Like an illustrious picture, your face in my palm When the game is on the line I'm amazingly calm Whether I'm in the streets or a Jamaican resort I'm a stay doin me that's the way I was taught Destined for greatness success breeds hatred I can't see in the hearts of man I just see paper [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! [Verse 2: Vybz Kartel] Hey! We dangerous like a Taliban With knives, hostages and two jumbo jets More dangerous than unprotected sex AK's ninja teck's, fi day to day flex Swords and machete, too petty, Spears, fi Britney Bows and arrows don't fit mi HK dangerous like Bobby Brown to Whitney Murder from di elderly to pickney America's Most Wanted, starrin Kartel and Cormega We on CNN not Capone-N-Noreaga Mi a gunna, nuh fist to fist trada Kill Will Smith just to kiss Jada, Pinkett Slash yuh throat catch yuh blood, drink it Yuh crew big like Titanic mi sink it Yuh walk, like hip hop music from Limp Bizkit We born killas natural is di mystic We spray bullet inna yuh face like make up and lip stick [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! [Verse 3: Unda P] Alright catch this! I come fi run it and dun it di book buy mi givin it And di girls dem lovin it, our Benz and Bima We inna, we roll it, dem bwoy waan mi end it Mi gunshot bun it, Cormega, bum rush it Mi give dem nuh time fi buss it Di ting di ghetto yute man have dem waan tek it Nuh pampa nah pet, now get ready to set it widout warnin Lights, out mi dun it, mi big bold nah stop and nah 'fend it Aiyyo! Dem start disgust mi, cau dem bruk di wey mi feel Battybwoy pick mi get dem wid steel Informa gonna, when big gun tun on yah And run out dem mouth and now dem face sealed, dem face sealed Dem buck upon di real deal, dem a heal And expect some real, dem nuh real Four filled man and mek di bwoy tek we kneel, fi real [Chorus:] Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! Dangerouuuuuuuussssssssssss!!!!!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! I am dangerous, yay!!! |
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| 3:35 |
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| 9. |
| 3:26 |
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| 10. |
| 4:20 |
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| 11. |
| 4:23 |
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| 12. |
| 4:23 |
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| 13. |
| 3:32 |
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| 14. |
| 3:37 |
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[AZ]
Mm It's that shit right here It's that big boy music! Yahmean? Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan Around the year of them classic jams I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran Word to yam a few got rich and swam while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump It's over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure I was carried by Allah on his shoulders Sober my first AR in the hood Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could Understood I was strong headed But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried so for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry (Muthafuckers) [Hook 2x] My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand When the block was too hot we had the look out man Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van [Cormega] Plans to conquer the street branded in my head like the mark of the beast My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep when I eat my niggaz eat We take the bitter with the sweet If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me Once intrigued with money and fast cars stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins Presently the coop I'm in View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens? Like Vince Carter I'm too intense for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim Anybody can ball I do it to win Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise I spit the sickest rhymes Daydream of getting mines Fuck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize? Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T with keys I sold in a V So cold when I hit the street many people froze My team deaded the block till it decomposed And was under our complete control to each his own I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told [Hook 2x] |
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| 3:38 |
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| 1:54 |
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| 17. |
| 3:15 |
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