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cormega and hot boys - who can i trust lyrics

cormega: yo
hot boy: whats up
cormega: that gangster sh-t
hot boy: for real , for realla siht
guerilla war
cormega: yo
hot boy: guerilla war what
what
guerilla war what
for real , hot boys n-ggas

(verse one : cormega)
i write rhymes for n-ggas at nightime
consider your life mines
wheter you pumpin five packs or five pies
montana livin it my persona imminent
real n-ggas 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 compet-tors 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 c0ked up
life is f-cked 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 l-st
cormega : the money and the power n-gga
hot boys : who you respect
cormega : all my n-ggas 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
n-gga spittin the trife sh-t
geto drama saga is for n-ggas wit inditments
flippin white sh-t
screaming f-ck 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 ain’t real my sh-t ain’t 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 b-tch
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 motherf-ckin 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 ain’t some sh-t 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
ain’t nothin new why the f-ck would i front for you
im a felony offender you showin your jealousy n-gga

(chorus)
cormega: who can i trust, who can i trust, word up n-gga
hot boy: hot boy n-gga, cash money n-gga, guerilla war n-gga
get it right and keep it right
you need to be down to get up
cormega: yeah n-gga

- cormega and hot boys lyrics

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