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mobb deep - cormega - thun & kicko lyrics

verse 1: (prodigy)

you’s a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
a backseat criminal that p-ss the heat
to somebody that blast the heat
man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
revealing on the vinyl an -n-log outlaw
alot of gats on your dat, tape southpaw
you thuggin’ when the mic’s plugged in
barkin’ through the speakers like you got no sense
you wild on the two inch
got your platinum plaques to prove it
your music’s been around the world movin’
and it comes right back around on the ground, don’t it?
now it’s time to face your opponent
infamous cling to this real sh-t, stuck where we started at
f-ck that, not because we have to, i 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
whylin’ on the dancefloor
when they song come on, swingin’ they fists, ready for war
but it’s a different type of effect, it’s not violence
they’re just tranced by the advance
tranked by the sound bank
put under the drum, numbed off of our sh-t
now who you rockin’ wit’? them or us
deep love or cheap l-st?, qb ‘ll bust
infamous ’till we p-ss on
you laughin’ at the wrong sh-t, i take ac-tion
defend my confedons
n-gg- i write bombs that’ll shatter your ambitions of bein’ top dog
as we move through the stage fog
i need to b-ss more
so i can taste it and make ya’ll go awol
and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, n-gg- it’s on..

verse 2: (cormega)

(yo, back up yo..)

who’s tale you tellin’? are you frail or felon?
were you makin’ sales 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 of c-ke boilin’
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-ck it dun, it’s him or me
at your best you was a hand to hand
no more than three grams
what the f-ck you know about a ki, man?
you never hustled
lets get it right, my n-gg- y would’ve stuck you
stop dry snitchin’ in your rhymes, listen
what you tryin’ to do? help the guys in blue?
indight n-gg-s so that can 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
it’s clever when you write it
spoken well for a dude who never been indighted
you know the deal mothaf-cka, 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 takes to get a deal and make it real
i’m like big, you can’t replace the skill
i laced it i’ll like cocaine in scarface’s grill
your mothaf-ckin’ flow is basic, chill
i’m cormega, raw forever
y’all n-gg-s know my st–z, i’m reppin’ for queens
you minor league
i’m big time like mark mcgwire’s team
your whole team is p-ssy, when i squeeze v-g-n-s bleed
my lyrics stay official
i bagged up c-ke on dishes made of crystal
your n-gg-s, they won’t miss you
my nickel-plated pistol – got sixteen shots, you can take ’em wit’ you
to the coffin or da’s office
surgeory, nurses screamin’ “we lost him!”
life suddenly divorced him, f-ck it, it cost him
if you want beef say no more
brace your delf, n-gg- it’s on, we spray four-fours, b-tch!

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