background: "For the rest of my life"
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Intro:
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Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living
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youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
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the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart
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man.
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Verse 1:
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Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers
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O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters
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One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga
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I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers
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Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out
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I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out
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If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone
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Pac and Biggie rule forever don't get it confused, never
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My testamony will be death to a phoney MC
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You wanna impress me show me a key
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Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test
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Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
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Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this
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Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture
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Analyse every line my scene will vandalise
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Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize
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Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive
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I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight
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Cormega talking:
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Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up
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ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block
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this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have 'em
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make distribution of this, word.
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Verse 2:
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Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends
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It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team
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Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me
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Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me
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Thug status yo son I'm above average
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When it's time for you to die does love matter?
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You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on scale
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Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggas who chop grams
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See when I eat my niggas eat
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See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you
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What you dream I live and breath which means
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Don't make me have to kill you play the game
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See real niggas stay the same
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Y'all niggas scarred to play our change
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Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came
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Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still
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I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
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I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
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So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
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Graffitti filled testament
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Cormega talking:
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Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money green on your side the money
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green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean? That's my
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testament. That's what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm out
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Testaments
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Cormega |