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
