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Cormega – Tony/Montana (Feat. Ghostface Killah)

  • Posted on August 11, 2011 at 12:44 am

I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winning All the position ive been in couldn’t explain how I’m living My vision my intuition has risen Here take a listen I’m hitting Up to bat with precision Sealing bags in the kitchen Slinging crack to these pigeons For the fact that I’m driven My linebackers is missing Send you back and good rides Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden Keep my gun hidden niggaz is bitches signing petitions And they providing convictions See I survive through the system under the livest conditions My riders ride on a mission for snitching You get your back blown right out of commission Youll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious Move cause the group is viscous Shoot if you want your wishes to blow See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches [Chorus - repeat 2X] My design is already made So young an so strong And just waiting to be saved My lifes no longer in the hands of district attorneys or envious niggaz Who thirsty cause I’m OT with prince with thirty moving like magic But niggaz ain’t worthy like Michael cooper when I shoot I

Cormega feat Mobb deep-Crime connection

  • Posted on July 24, 2011 at 11:04 pm

An ill track by Cormega feat. Mobb deep. Crime connection lyrics 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 us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb That’s for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path That’s bad luck

Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on July 23, 2011 at 5:23 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: 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 us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck

Cormega & Mobb Deep – Crime Connection

  • Posted on February 23, 2011 at 1:43 pm

apologies for the bad audio quality and J-love shout outs Lyrics: 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 us Niggas is careless, slippin up Switchin up teams, crossin over And gettin stuck for they cream Frontin like they skills, it superb Got the nerve, to get knocked the Fuck out, then kicked to the curb Thats for you and your whole click You roll thick, more the better, so like A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian Ass having, talking ’bout it, being ’bout it You ain’t been doin it, so don’t start Matter fact, keep it moving When it’s on, accumulate like cancer cells With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead Son he can’t tell, like a Viking, we strikin Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags Son we want to visualize picture, analyze Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy Didn’t even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path Thats bad luck

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