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cormega - thun & kicko lyrics
prodigy
yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef
a backseat criminal who p-ss the heat
to somebody that blast the heat
man it sound bad on the pad what happened in the street
a villain on the vinyl an -n-log outlaw
a lot of gats on your dat taped southpaw
you thuggin when the mics plugged in
barkin through the speakers like you got no sense
you’re wild on the 2 inch
got your platinum plaques to prove it
your music’s been around the world movin
and it come right back around to the ground on it
now its time to face your opponent
infamous cling to this real sh-t
stuck where we started at
f–k that
not because i have to we want to
i love this sh-t
the raw is what i live for
to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
to see the n-gg-s that can’t pay rush the door
wildin on the dance floor when they song come on
swinging they fists
ready for war but its a different type of effect
its not violence
they’re just tranced by the advance
tranqued by the sound bank
put under the drum
numbed off of our sh-t
now who you rocking with them or us
deep love or cheap l-st
qb or bust
infamous til we p-ss on
you’re laughing at the wrong kid i take action
the fam are confidants, n-gg-
i write bombs that’ll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
as we move through the stage floor i need to b-ss more
so i can taste it and make y’all go awol and lose it
say no more
brace your delf n-gg- its on
cormega
who tale you tellin
are you frail or felon
were you makin sounds or watchin n-gg-s sellin
you exploit n-gg-s lives in your rhymes and then avoid em
you never felt the moisture in the air from c-ke boiling
you never felt the razor scr-pin your plate your hands achin
yet you keep choppin cause there’s paper to make
you never felt the power of invincibility
clutchin a gun like f–k it dun
its him or me
at your best you wasn’t hand to hand
no more than 3 grams
what the f–k you know about a ki man
you never hustle
lets get it right my n-gg- wild woulda stuck you
stop dry snitchin in your rhymes listen
what you tryin to do help the guys in blue
indict duns so that could be another rhyme for you
you a parasite you never had a life
so you throw other n-gg-s lives in your pad at night
its clever when you write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
you know the deal motherf–ker
the real make the fake n-gg-s kneel
and lose appet-tes when you taste n-gg-‘s steel
my rhymes are what it take to get a deal
that make it real
i’m like big you can’t replace the skill
i laced your ill like cocaine in scarface’s grill
your motherf–kin flow is basic kill
im cor mega raw forever
yall n-gg-s know my st–z im reppin for queens
your minor league i’m big time like mark mcgwire’s deed
your whole team is p-ssy
when i squeeze v-g-n-s bleed
my lyrics they official
i bag up c-ke on dishes made of crystal
your n-gg-s they will miss you
my nickel plated pistol got 16 shots
you can take em with you
to the coffin or das office
surgery nurses screamin we lost him
life suddenly divorced and f–k it it cost him
you want beef say no more
brace your delf n-gg- its on
we spray 4 4 s b-tch
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