"Pure, uncut..."
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[Cormega]
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Yo
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Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess
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A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest
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My brown eyes reflect the drama
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The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River
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Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her
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I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him
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I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops
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And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks
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I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me
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I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo
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Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me
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Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me
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A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me
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To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy
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When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell
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Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells
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[Hook]
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Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
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Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
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Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
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Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up
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Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
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Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
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Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
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Mega motherfuckin Montana, what?!
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[Cormega]
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Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand
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Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands
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Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence
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Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident
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My little me be settin in for phone time
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In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time
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Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine
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are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time
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I got dreams ya team never seen
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Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean
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I got heat, that's guaranteed to make ya head lean
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My destiny is seein cornbread cream
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Remember me? The exulted, fat cat of NYC
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Drivin a Porsche to my fortress, and I be
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Loungin in Cortex's and still rock fly Valor shit
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Moment of silence to them niggaz that my paws hit
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[Hook]
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[Cormega]
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I know rappaz hate me, cuz I live the rhyme I visualize
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You not real, I see it in ya eyes
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I'm spittin nines, wieghed coke on scales thats digitized
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This real shit I live and die, the Bridge I epitomize
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The trife life, I rock jewels with ice
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Verbally, I bruise mics
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Mega shittin, Lex and Benzes chromed out
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Gimme a pen and watch a nigga zone out
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I can't believe the shit I spitted from my own mouth
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[Hook]
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"Pure, uncut..."
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"Pure, uncut..."
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"Pure, uncut..."
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Take Mine
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| Cormega |
