cormega - real niggas do real things lyrics
mega
mega
uh huh
uh huh yo
this goes out to you(mega) la dc the queens and brooklyn crew
va atlanta, n-gg-s from uptown too. (uh huh) yea exclusive
you know how we do it kiko, connecticut m-th-f-ckin cormega settin it
[cormega]
yo, to my enemies, i show no sympathy
lay down forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco
united we stand, divided we fall
in spite of it all, i am still the illest n-gg-,
keepin it real with n-gg-s
weed in my lungs, henny fill my liver
its on now, n-gg-s better get gone now
or get torn down, with 4-pounds my team kick doors down
my dreamim for cream, we can all have
chorus: cormega
on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
iam rappin for the b-tches in the songs i sing
cuz real n-gg-s do real things
on the road to the riches and diamond rings
real n-gg-s do real things
iam rappin over beats by b.i.g.
cuz real n-gg-s do real things
[cormega]
alota long time friends are foes now
exposed now to my four-pound
no rock tote on my block
your spot closed now
dedicated to those who, never made it
f-ck those who froze while interrogated.
picture me giving the cops a victory by snitchin
i’d rather be in penetenrcy
doin life, with you n-gg-s runnin though my wife
f-ck it iam locked down forever do her right
where i go my nine go
my eyes low, from hydro
my shine glow, f-ck 5-0
yo, let me think a minute, my jeep tinted
the heat is in it, i better drive slow
cause i aint wit bein, printed in a cell
henny got me bent as h-ll, usually i mix it with ginger ale
i p-ss, where n-gg-s fail, i stab for n-gg-s bail
i flash the wicked el, to have ya n-gg-s, down like what
chorus (x2)
(real n-gg-s do real things, ya know
i think its time for me go, iam out kiko
nah son, one more for bk. ok check it out)
[cormega]
yo, from qbc it be me c-o-r-m-e-g-a, get it
also known as the planna montana
wit banana clips, hittin ya man up
my rhymes got ya swichtin ya plan up
i leave a leave a innefect with inelect
the lx or gs, my procedure be best
compet-tion be ??? like d’z hittin the spot
wit no ki’s left (stupid)
look at your b-tch she wet
she wanna do me because,
iam rappin over biggie rockin a kool g.
well check this, i got colombians money
in the bed i hit your honey in
no love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again
feel the rhyme, i got the sh-t locked liked prison time
and ’98 is to late iam gettin mines
yea cormega kiko
say no more
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