Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bond, artist - Cormega. Album song Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
The Bond |
Word to mother, you my blood, they hate on us |
Evils try to do you in, but they never could win |
Anything happen to you, I’m the next to kin |
Hustle like a Mexican, monumental battles |
In the shadows of a don, in the name of the son |
We gonna rise above, can’t critize a thug |
In the search for the American dream |
Before you, I’d rather they fuck with me, too many questions |
How the fuck did we meet? |
Too many lessons |
I promise to never leave, even under pressure |
I won’t talk, I’d rather die, on my bloody knees |
You know me, jealousy’s never been a factor |
You my nigga, before and after the paper |
A hundred new reasons for niggas to hate ya |
Finally I find a place I call home |
But the devil wanna strip me, takin' everything I own |
You can’t break the bond |
What don’t kill you, will make you strong |
It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong |
Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on |
You can’t break the bond |
What don’t kill you, will make you strong |
It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong |
Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on |
I will pop a nigga top before you make a nigga drop |
For your boy coked on oil, lay down the block |
For you, I pleed the fifth, death before dishonor |
When treachery’s surround us, our cause ain’t lost |
It’s destiny that found us |
I done met real niggas whose yet to meet your honor |
You my legacy, jealousy will never be a problem |
You share my street persona, and deepest knowledge |
Of the ghetto, the grief and the drama |
Even deeper is your intentions of feedin' your mama |
Therefore we eatin' like we servin' those fiends at the carter |
You need it, I got it, I die for you |
Give me the chair, I’ll fry for you |
It’s where you find loyalty, I keep the nine auto |
How many times I told you? |
Non-scrimity, but then I trust |
Even if try individually, we bend ya’ll up |
There’s no equivalent, lyrically, I will give it to you niggas |
In a flash, like Pistol Pete |