[Cormega]
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Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my headsets
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So much beef, police suprised I ain't dead yet
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I keep mad heat, under my passenger seat, to master the beef
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It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps
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It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt
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My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures
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Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds
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I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll blunted
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Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize death
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Like a cobra attack, your life fear(here) is over
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Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped(snuck) up
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My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck
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Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey
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Motherfuckers fear(seein') paper
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I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster(chaser)?
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Pray to gods, the(n) way ya odds, cuz only he could save ya
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Motherfuckers, it's..
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[Chorus 2X: Cormega]
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The Montana shit, the money and the power shit
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Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it
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My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with(analyzing) me
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Need to take a look inside the Montana diary
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[Cormega]
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Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that(and) wanna see me
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Mega Montana, drama, I love, bring it
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Never sleepin', I close my eyes and see my enemies
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With nines reachin', so I awaken
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Criminal thoughts, become premeditation
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Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe combinations
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Surrounded by snipers in a major operation
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Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya(replacing) week(weak) men
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Layin', sneakin'(Plans reaching) on the strength of information leakin'
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My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' heat in a cop
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Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin' fast
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Yo, son, it only takes a second for my gun to blast
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Give me the world and everything in it
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My enemies need(meet) an uzi with a pearl finish
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I live it, my life a(is) pure corruption, rememeber these last words
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I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live..
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Cormega]
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You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best
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The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister
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I pack an automatic, of course(fours), to uphold my status
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Cuz money bring power, and power bring madness
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And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime
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I appear to my(epitomize gettin') mad dough, and no prison time
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The money make a nigga sour like lemon-lime
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I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a(where's the) nine
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It's Mega Montana, introducing
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Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme distribution
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And if there's a problem, I'ma find a solution
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My face in the mirror, shows the eyes of the ruthless
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Sky's the limit, rise the tenent(ride is tinted)
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My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it
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My inner vision of better living inspired me
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To write the saga called the Montana Diary
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Bring it back, son
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[Chorus 2X]
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Montana Diary
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