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Cormega: yo
Hot Boy: whats up Cormega: that gangster shit Hot Boy: for real , for realla siht guerilla war Cormega: yo Hot Boy: guerilla war what what guerilla war what for real , hot boys niggas (verse one : cormega) I write rhymes for niggas at nightime Consider your life mines Wheter you pumpin five packs or five pies Montana livin it my persona imminent Real niggas dont keep beef we finish it No retreat no surrendering No rockin me to sleep I keep the heat up in my premsis A whole different level of rhymes Several of my competitors tried Comin better than mines Verbally im way ahead of my time Mega im gloaduriezed through words Son im living off the dimes you served Stayin focused keepin an eye open for stray vultures Everybody gotta go every day is a day closer Im soakin in my sofa Remiinsischin tony coked up Life is fucked up Even when you blow up (chorus) Hot Boys : Who can you trust Cormega : Only a few and my nine i bust Hot Boys : What do you lust Cormega : The money and the power nigga Hot Boys : Who you respect Cormega : All my niggas thats no longer with us And all the drug kingpins that showed us how to get it (2 times) (verse two : cormega) Who the nicest Nigga spittin the trife shit Geto drama saga is for niggas wit inditments Flippin white shit Screaming fuck the feds Squeezin your heat at police Till you come to your hospital bed Thug general Write rhymes for criminals to listen to If you aint real my shit aint even meant for you My pen stains the paper like blood My mind is like a nine and my rhymes are like a slug Before I snitch like a bitch Id rather die like a thug If they areign me for banging Id throw my signdam at the judge Im almighty Defy me till these four fours beside me Red light gedadme til your vital point With my heater I annoint You a second from death My only regret that i emptied out my whole clip Bein sulk beyotch (chorus) (verse three : cormega) To my thugs Its unconditional love Im giving you how to end it out the motherfuckin system too Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready to face Consequences of life the street fed me Ready rock chopped the punk that bought my high top dunks And crack fiends sold me a baby nah.. hold up This aint some shit i just made up in a rhyme this the realness In a reflection of a sinner I spit Yo feel this my name Alone have me mainting a phone On a comethru not to mention a banger I own Aint nothin new why the fuck would I front for you Im a felony offender you showin your jealousy nigga (chorus) Cormega: Who can i trust, who can i trust, word up nigga Hot Boy: Hot boy nigga, cash money nigga, guerilla war nigga Get it right and keep it right You need to be down to get up Cormega: Yeah Nigga
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