[Produced by Havoc]
[Intro: Prodigy]
Yo
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, you's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?
A villain on the vinyl, a analog outlaw
A lot of gats on your DAT, taped 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 come right back around to 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 I have to, we want to
I love this shit, the raw's 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
Wylin' 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, tranqu'ed 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 or bust
Infamous 'till we pass on
You laughing at the wrong shit, I take action
Defend my confidantes
Nigga, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog
As we move through the stage fog, I need to bass more
So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL
And lose it, say no more
Brace your delf, nigga it's on
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Yo, back up, yo
Whose 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 there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' a gun like, fuck it thun, 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
Let's get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryna do? Help the guys in blue?
Indict thuns 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 indicted
You know the deal motherfucker, 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 will miss you
My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots
You can take 'em with you, to the coffin or DA's office
Surgery, 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!
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