(Verse 1)
I'ma pimp and I'ma pimp my hoe
She don't ever move until I say so
Her only purpose in life is get me large
I got my pen workin' 16 bars
When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad
She make sure we both have
She know I got plenty more to replace her
Bitch better have mine
I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line
You did it, I mean, can you dig it
Be commited to me
Could please niggas for me
My shit's so tight she leave a nigga for me
I met her in a studio, she caught my eye
With a mack ? kickin' whack ass rhymes
I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her
Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her
I see he wasn't treatin' her right
So I gave her some paper
And let her do her thing that night
Thats right, I took it from that player
He to concerned with his money and his pager
She told me, shit he be kickin' is so weak
I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie
Cool, or we could make the heat come out
Your pen work for me 'till the ink run out (player)

(Chorus)
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street nigga

(Verse 2)
My rap is uncut raw
Out the door
Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more
Your rap is lactose
You cooked up, the bag broke
Customers complainin' never comin' back yo
My rap is pure white
In the hood all night
You made your first sale when I sold out
My shit numbs your whole mouth
Yours leaves a foul taste
My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date
You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid
My flows sleepin' in a cave
No day's I got the streets in this mad
You need a mask to repair the ? here
You see the glass once I flip this track
You should see my stash
I got rhymes for days
Fuck a right front page
I stay deliverin'
Ain't no middle men
I never short my man
Or cross my fans
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
Its funny, I'm here, I'm like the quitest to roll with
You might as well work for me, I got the clientele
Y'all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell
Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath
I'm supplyin' the ghetto to satisfy you
Marks, NARC's, is analiyzin' why this kid
Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin'
Bringin' heat to the street like I had the iron

(Chorus)
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all

[Cormega]
Son I was a young nigga hustling
Me serving a D was unheard of, unless a D served me
Speak words superbly, its clear you heard me
Your idea of a real nigga changed
I'm into bigger things
I'm tryin to maintain the same aim of prisoners
drug dealers and my niggas you gangbanged
The game changed, shit is on fire
Niggas went from greatness to statements and wires
So scared to face biz they be trading their suppliers
So niggas outta state, you want weight you pay higher
I'm commended yet exulted for words spoken cautious
Seen some of the biggest drug dealers blow fortunes in bathrooms
Niggas be sniffin like vacuums
Reminisce to '88, the year crack ruled
I had Nike Delta Forces with them clear capsules
5 for 40, crackheads like "I only buy from Cory"

[Cormega]
Yo, its night time I can't sleep
My pens beggin' me to write rhymes
Cory's a felony despite time
I erase the urge on the tip of my tongue
I taste the words a story is born, my glorious song
Hip hop cannot ignore me for long
I know her last man abused her, I can't refuse her
Alotta niggas used her, treated her like shit even confused her
She had class now she sellin it all for cash
When Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
Primo treated her good, made her the queen in my hood
She used to be out in Queens with DMC
And on the rooftp with Big, Fritz, and R.P.
She was fly she kept her shit tight
Yo if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Slick Rick's wife
Disappeared a few years, she was "Stranded On Death Row"
Dre had her on anotha level in the west coast
She met a lame with with a drug dealer name
He had a lot for a while, then his whole style changed
You know the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
If not fed in due time the mind is anerexic
You understand the message
I know I'm gettin to deep for some
Rhyme -- Uncut raw, the beat numb
Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I miss her
Stop fuckin with my fake crew cuz they dissed her
Then along came the R, reminding her of her essence
Rza said she like a sister blessin her with lessons
She was stressed because she missed Pac
She still crying after B.I.G. died askin 'when will this shit stop?'
I love her like a mother, my physical path
She even overlooked the fact about my criminal past
And stayed with me in jail beyond gates visitors passed
No longer is she lettin niggas fuck her just for cash
Whats her name dun? *Echoed*

[Cormega]
What, I'ma live for my niggas
I'ma shine for my niggas

How can I express the sorrow, I learn to dread tomorrow
Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, but he can rest with honor
Cuz he was reppin on his quest for dollars
I was the one who took him Uptown, with someone into measure powder
I treasure our memories together, hard to believe
I'ma never see you again, but I'ma make you breathin thru pen
So everyone can see you my friend, in fly sneakers again
Life is sweet and kinda deep when it ends
Still remember you, beefin over bullshit calls at basketball games cheatin
Yo, my cipher ain't complete, I'm sorry for that argument we had
On twelth street over a sale, knowing well that you was seekin dough aswell
What we made up the same night
And thru the years remained tight, the same love
The same drugs rockin the same Nikes
Now that you gone, I'm here to reppin your name right, yo

Chorus [Cormega]
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

[Cormega]
And to my cousin Bam
You my fuckin man, I find it hard to understand
You gone, you physical form is dormant
I'm lost like the Bulls without Jordan
Tell my man J.B. from Edgemere I said peace
Son, I live a thug life, I clutch mics
With the same intensity that I used to crush white
G-Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it
And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it
Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart
And even death can't keep the two of us apart
From day one, watchin cartoons and shootin playguns
Who ever thought we see this day come
Tell my moms I miss her, give her a kiss and tell her
That her younger child done her proud
I know she heard about me runnin wild
Ya'll gone now, but livin in my memory
Fallen soldiers, sleepin in serenity

Chorus

[Cormega]
Killa Black, whattup my nigga?
I know you chillin with my nigga Ill Will
inside a ghetto heaven building
With a Mac-11, stealin your jeans, screamin Infamous Queens
Forty-First Side kid, you know me
I know the O-Z's are whiter there, pussy much tighter there
Pac and Eazy-E coming through on low riders there
The same old thing, except there ain't no pain
Your brother Havoc doing his thing, yo ferreal
It's all good in the hood, the Escalade with the wood-grain
Son was never misunderstood, dearly departed
Hear me acknowledge all my people who passed
Whether holdin heat, or in it for cash
Some of ya'll led sinister paths, some are pure like
Dominican raw, knockin on heaven's door
The only thing my niggas ran from alive is law
I reminisce your memories for you this Hennessy we pour

Chorus with Variation to last line

[Cormega]
Spank, what'chu doing? I know you up there
In heaven with a pretty angel braidin' ya hair
Eatin ya sunflower seeds drinkin ya beer
All I could do is wish you was here, in the physical
Super hit me on the two way and left me a message sayin
You mighta got killed, it couldn't be real
Then reality struck me, nah, that shit crushed me
Your life ended, you cheated me outta a friendship
Plus we wasn't speakin as frequent
I was O.T., you was in Queensbridge
Son you know me, it wasn't no secret
I wasn't agreeing with niggas motives, shit is corrosive
Like rust, who can I trust when niggas is cobras?
Yo I spoke at ya funeral, your aunt sang beautiful
Ya moms so proud the way the crew came through for you
Word son, the love is real

Chorus [Cormega]
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above
Did you ever lose a nigga you love?
Then ask yourself is there a heaven for thugs?
And will you be forgiven when your spirit is judged
This song is dedicated to my niggas above

[Cormega]
Blue, I think of you and the tears begin
I know you my dog, thats a man best friend
My life ain't the same since you met ya end
So for you I represent my nigga
When I come to Greensborough I think of you
Sittin on twenties, sippin on remy
If you looked in dudes eyes then you woulda saw envy
And maybe you'd still be alive, you hear me son?
I mean ya daughter was barely one
Too young to understand she'll never see you again
Little Ariel at daddy burial
Unaware of how much daddy cared for you
And I don't gotta talk about the things I'll do
Son I got'chu, be easy
Ya little girl will never need and never see the treachery this world has to
offer
Yes believe my nigga, uhh

Chorus

[Cormega]
Mommy, I need you to guide me
And help me find a judist among me
I know truely you love me
I battled no power but the ruler above me
And prayed for my enemies aswell as my friends
Will I ever see you again?
Ma, you was so pretty
I'd give anything to have you near me
Life is precious like a diamond necklace
I need you, to point me in the right direction
I'm still learnin lifes lessons, ya my inner essence
I'm your reflection as you seen in my conception
Through-out my adolesence I was missin you, wishin you
would appear in the physical, but you never came
Rappers feel they my eqaul, but can't measure my pain
That run through me like blood in my veins
My life could be a movie,
Who I'm I? a real thug yours truely
'Mega, 'Mega, for all my fallen...

Chorus

Yo.. yo.. A man is condemned or exaulted by his words.. 
Exalt me.. yo.. this what y'all niggas wanted.. 

The streets was waitin'
here I am, a beast awakened
in a Beamer Station Wagon with massive gleamin' bracelets
after years of bein' patient
sheddin' tears and beatin' cases
I'm ready for whatever yo (Mega!)
no more to say
words can't explain like Rich Porters grave
this is a ghetto monument, my confidence is more apparent
the mind like a Nine automatic
graceful yet capable of causin' damage
I'm too ill, lyrically I feel I'm too real
dough or die, either way I do deals
I'm gifted, my only fear is death or prison
what other lyricist conveys such sincereness?
I been through the ghetto life and drug concealings
fearless, and betrayal with trust is given
now I deal with a few, I don't fuck with niggas
it's not arrogance, it's I'm-not-havin' it
niggas act like they was sendin' me packages
when I was upstate gainin' weight and lackin' friends
think about it, I don't talk about it, I be about it
I get money and I still be in the Projects
fuck rap, nigga like me is eatin' regardless
even during the drout I had a Ki in the closet
connects was tellin' me I ain't need a deposit
they were seein' the progress on my net, smashin' niggas
I was pitchin', you was catchin' feelings
like D's when they seen they couldn't catch my niggas
41st side, what, we had cracks in the building
the 4-5, Infra red Mac and the Sterling
it was all for the cause except my dogs got careless
I suppose those who ain't like us feared us
the life we chose inspired me to write these poems
I'm takin' mine like the Rikers phone
The Realness...

my niggas waitin' for this.. pump this on the corner..
pump this in ya ride.. pump this in ya jail cell..
the essence of a hustler my nigga.. what.. Mega

[Verse 1]
Even though mad niggas hate it
I remain the most anticipated
those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds
and salute the realness, 'cause mad niggas fake it
when I peel hit the floor
I conceal bricks so raw
I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen
I saw and conquered
when it's on and poppin' my Dogs are barkin'
to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico
some suggest they're equal
lyrically I'm like a Desert Eagle
mentally I measure Kilos
physically I'm compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
the crowned Prince
my underground shit you don't fuck around wit'
I move pies and fire loud shit
I'm in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
pump that Mobb Deep
that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me
I'm sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated
last rapper to test me I humiliated
and for your information the jewels ain't rented from Jacob
when I move I leave a dent in the pavement
my name ring in jail and not for givin' no statement
that type of foulness consider it flagrant
O.T., give me a brick and see I'm gifted as Masons
I'm the realness, you spittin' that fake shit
life's a bitch, I'ma take her on an expensive vacation
if it's on I'm the Reaper with the glistenin' bracelet
sleepers awakened
screamin' like they seen Satan
word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love
a fake thug couldn't sell a rock on the block I was raised on
huh?!

[Chorus]
Get out my way, gimmie mine or I'ma take whats yours
make love war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
wit' the heat pickin' weight up raw
Get out my way, stop screamin' what set you rep if you don't come around
the way no more
Get out my way, who want what, say no more
Matter fact that chain off Dog.

[Verse 2]
I gave niggas enough time - to front
I'm a beast on the street like crushed white
you can't be me, close your eyes, you can't see me
I'm the phantom in your concience
the shadow in the darkness
savage when I write, I'm heartless
I'm iller than you, realer than you
still with more Killers than you
it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory
don't front on me, you didn't have cash before me
I'm the essence
you don't gotta like it, respect it
like the ice on my necklace
and the fact I'm supplyin' connections
if you rhyme ill I'm the sickness that caused it, you thought you'd
assume my position
I be hustlin', bubblin', gettin' money
causin' blind rage with the Twenties
y'all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence
we out before the Narcs get on us
my life wasn't written, yours was, you livin' a lie
I'm dealin' wit' pies, all feelings aside
my enemies kneel when I rise
the realness in my eyes
from blood, sweat, and tears I cried
I got friends who died before they got to see me shine
how dare you compare your weak CD to mine
or think you could see me with rhymes
easily I'm, nicer than you and all your peoples combined.

Chorus

(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son?
(Mega) Yo son, whattup?
(Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know,
things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life?
(Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that?

[Verse 1]
The saga begins
I'm a reflection of the drama within
the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared
the first time you get locked up who really cares?
I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale
at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell?
or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well
my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove
not gun shots, we're immune to those
some of my friends first bids are two to fours
others are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers watch Son's walk through the door
for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue
life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets

[Chorus]
Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses
and tears shed for passed soldiers
we all walkin' the path chosen
from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to throw on
but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
look at my life.. 

[Verse 2]
Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly
as if Picasso's spirit entered me
starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies
I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins
yet his seek keeps bloomin'
uneffected by police intrusions
or street illusions we were consumed wit'
I've even grown away from people I grew wit'
I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
we ain't built the same so mind games are useless
times change, like the climate I change
check the forecast, I reign

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for
those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
then once free you realize you're mentally scarred
if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities
prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise
you've been conquered
blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box
Son, I sit inside my residence
and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every
ghetto like graffiti and crack sales
and cabs that won't stop for Black Males
undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares
Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here
you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here
MC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair

[Chorus]

Verse 1: (Prodigy)

You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef
a backseat criminal that pass 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 analog 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 shit, stuck where we started at
fuck that, not because we have to, I want to
I love this shit, the raw is what I live for
to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more
to see the niggas 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 shit
now who you rockin' wit'? them or us
deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion
defend my confedons
nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog
as we move through the stage fog
I need to bass more
so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL
and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga 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' niggas sellin'?
you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'
you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make
you never felt the power of invincibility
clutchin' a gun like fuck it dun, it's him or me
at your best you was a hand to hand
no more than Three grams
what the fuck you know about a Ki, man?
you never hustled
lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you
stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?
indight niggas so that can be another rhyme for you?
you a parasite, you never had a life
so you throw other niggas 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 mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel
and lose appetites when you taste niggas 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 ill like Cocaine in Scarface's grill
your mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
you minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
my lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
your niggas, 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, fuck it, it cost him
if you want beef say no more
brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!

[Mega] Yea Spank, what up my nigga
[Spank] Sup, baby whats happenin'
[Mega] Yo son man, look at this shit man
times be fuckin' changin' man
Know what I'm sayin man
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what I mean
[Spank] No doubt son, you know we all wish
that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby
[Mega] Son as long as I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce yo

[Cormega]
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'
Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains
Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring?
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life, sportin' nine Delta faucets
I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy
Remember when...

Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now

[Chorus]
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize
Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time

[Cormega]
And I remember when the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's
Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent
Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building
Remember when...

Yea son was doing his thing

[Chorus]

[Cormega]
Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how alotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, knah mean

[Cormega talking]
Know what I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?
All them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo? and all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then son
The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word

[Cormega]
Yo, I'm contemplatin'
My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crap, I go hard for paper
Niggas ain't even as smart as Daja
And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat
I don't even take them serious, I think you envious
I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
And come through the hood in ill whips
The Realness, who you think you deal with
I don't fish shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up
Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted
You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted
If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
My infrared beam is on ya head
My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it
I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony
Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me
Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket
Stop dreamin, life's a bitch I'm not leavin'
I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'

My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
When they said somebody got to die
My nigga Pac must have felt deception
When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die

[Cormega]
Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me
Choices of luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war
I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
I turn kicks to offense and live with caution
You can't match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments
Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it
I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average
Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass
I surpass Nino, blast like Callito, die slow
Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow
Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it?
Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live nigga
When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga
It's fucked up, but it's just the thought I got cliques
That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
I get money, sit on bricks and twenties
Niggas ain't takin' shit from me

[Cormega]
Yo, guerilla war nigga, what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga, what what
Guerilla war nigga
It's on

[Cormega]
Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war
Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin'
I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak
It could be on officially if you had heart
Nigga your overrated, props old decaying
Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin'
Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin' it
Yo quit the jealousy, let's get the felonies
My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams
Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes
Cuz yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga
And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses dad
And smite my enemies despite the penalties
You could live like kings, but die from injuries
You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!)
I don't hate you, I despise you
I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you
I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do
Niggas'll send shots and get props like my crew
Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished
Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
What the fuck happened? You had the block clickin'
Now you in denial, y'all are finished
You out position, but you no competition
To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what
You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution
I stalk silent, when I precede execution
Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet
With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded
You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!)
My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
When he said somebody got to die
I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds
Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth
Life's a bitch, I'm the pimp, you own Mad Duke's crew
I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat
You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill
Man you better chill, you could get it for real
I live this life of gangstas, ever second it's changin'
The enemy is rarely a stranger
The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy's best friend
That's the reason felonies will never end
How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you
This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do
Motherfucker I'm prepared, you don't, want it nigga

  "Pure, uncut..."

Yo
Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess
A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest
My brown eyes reflect the drama
The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River
Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her
I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him
I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops
And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks
I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me
I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo
Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me
Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me
A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me
To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy
When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell
Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells

[Hook]
Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up
Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick
Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with
Sinister, the babyface crime emperor
Mega motherfuckin Montana, what?!

Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand
Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands
Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence
Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident
My little me be settin in for phone time
In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time
Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine
are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time
I got dreams ya team never seen
Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean
I got heat, that's guaranteed to make ya head lean
My destiny is seein cornbread cream
Remember me? The exulted, fat cat of NYC
Drivin a Porsche to my fortress, and I be
Loungin in Cortex's and still rock fly Valor shit
Moment of silence to them niggaz that my paws hit

[Hook]

I know rappaz hate me, cuz I live the rhyme I visualize
You not real, I see it in ya eyes
I'm spittin nines, where coke farm scales are digitized
This real shit I live and die, the Bridge I epitomize
The trife life, I rock jewels with ice
Verbally, I bruise mics
Mega shittin, Lex and Benzes chromed out
Gimme a pen and watch a nigga zone out
I can't believe the shit I spitted from my own mouth

[Hook]

  "Pure, uncut..."
  "Pure, uncut..."
  "Pure, uncut..."

[Black Ice]
Yo, yo Nas.  Big and Pac didn't like you man  
So get off they dick please man
This is Ice and Cormega man
Comin' for you, faggot!!

[Cormega]
A nigga named Nas think he live like me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds might be
Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch
Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick
Whens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a greedy pig
Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big 
Jay let Bleek and 'em live
Nore got Capone comfortable
All ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
Look at my crew we all got whips

Nasty Nas all ya life you praised me
Your daughter might be Jay Z's
Illmatic was real cause you was tryin' to portray me
Matter of fact, time for Sony to pay me
For "Life's a bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me
I shoulda kept the rhymes for me
Fuck it now the whole world know
Who coward ass Nas tryin to be
You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya weed
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the street
You shoulda kept it real wit Nature
Steve Stoute taught you how to deal wit paper
Kings lose crowns, and kingdoms fall
When ya queen moves foul, obviously she's
Jay Z's boo now, what should he do now?

Off the throne when the fours get blown
Lake can't save you, Lord is just fold
Big's last words was "You lost it homes"
You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too soft to roll
Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac
Nah you a fake Pac
I get down and take blocks
You bend down and take cock
Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
My niggas'll find you drippin
You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches
I got shot ain't no denying I did
But I was sendin' fire at niggas
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!!
Poetry

Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are over
Halftime expired, the game is over
It ain't hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you
Life's A Bitch and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Street Dreams
My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak team
Take a trip down Memory Lane 
Niggas had ya ride in flames
You didn't represent nigga you cried in pain
If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain?
If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there
My niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowards
If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power
You better watch them niggas, thats close to you
Or I'ma pop them niggas
If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigga
It Was Written, you think you a thug
You rule the world, I'ma take it in blood
You a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas rap
I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are wack
One time for the mind, I'ma make you bow
And I'll prove who's the illest, so Hate Me Now