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Extreme Wit 16

アーティスト:Cormega  アルバム:Other Releases 

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(Cormega) I'm extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes in Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony I paint a portrait, your picture ain't complete, you talk shit I talk drugs, money and four fifths I spit the real, niggas feel you got something to prove Chill, I don't got nothing to lose, for real I crush you Like a gram in the hand of a nigga who sniff coke I conquer you, and be held responsible Niggas call me Kasha, cause I fake my own death And cause I ain't seen a, like I couldn't take yet Nigga, I ain't meter, how I couldn't shake yet F**k the watch, did you see my bracelet Niggas, talk ki's, but ain't seen an eighth yet, and My coke is shit, you don't need a taste test Bragging bout your vest, means you want your face wet My lawyer so good, I beat him in a raiment, nigga F**k what you heard, this is what you hearing I talk the real shit, niggas disappearing Interfering with a nigga like me Could get your black ass pushed to the white meat I talk about 16 bars, of 16 scars to deal with Either way you gonna feel it When I spit the real shit, for niggas hustling, bubbling, struggling Bitches with the big pussy, smuggling coke, motherf**kers is joke What block you used to pump on? Umm.. I heavily dispute that, never seen you shoot back Never seen you bring loot back And niggas need to chill, that's word to Ill Will Y'all niggas ain't real, ya don't know the meaning I'm to real, too ill, too strategic I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die Like Dutsy, Big L, and Suicide Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know


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