| Death before dishonor, never betray for dollars
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| Stash for rainy days, keep away from cowards
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| Son, we takin' ours, nobody givin' us a damn thing
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| I ain’t the type to livin' out my man name
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| Any nemesis of mine, I have 'em
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| Missin' they lives, reminiscin' in hell
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| Fell victim to my nine, niggas persecute me
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| My enemies thirst to shoot me, but fear retalition
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| From burst them toolies, even my birth confuse me
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| On this earth waitin' patiently, catch and see the dirt
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| My seed replacin' me, you’re my mental absorb
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| Residential drug wars, hand to hand sales and thugs mourn
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| Crush raw, flip before the D’s rush my door
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| It’s real when I tell it, cuz it’s comin' from a felon
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| The only two words that ever move me, would set it
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| Huh? |
| Niggas know, Mega’s so poetic
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| I’mma do and die til I’m six feet dead in a box
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| Until my bent, cuz niggas wet it with shots
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| But it ain’t gonna happen, I was known for strappin'
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| Switchin' up guns, and bang, your fifth, abort the block
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| This thing, it strip, flooded the block, so it really ain’t a
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| Problem, for that cannon to pop
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| One word will get you, and your mans and them shot
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| I hang with straight up killers, nigga
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| No birds, just murder you, thugs
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| That body dudes for, money and drugs
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| One click, no bitch, nothin' funny with us
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| Act up and get bust, fuck around if you want
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| Play tough or get slugged, put underground if you front
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| That skinny nigga, benchin'' drugs, sniffin' weight of the scales
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| Been brolic since I was young, pushin' weight by 12
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| At 16, I started buggin', pickin' off dudes
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| Caught bodies in the lobby, splittin' up crews
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| I’mma murder you or get killed, trynna do it
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| Have my bummies stab ya monkey ass up, wanna move me
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| You stupid, if you think that, Lake will just eat that
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| I have you hit, pickin' your seed, now beat that
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| D’s ask for allibies, I’m gettin' pies
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| From Mexican’s in the tropics, walkin' pelican fly, I
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| Talk the talk, cuz I’m walkin' the walk
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| If the streets was yours nigga, I’d chalk your corpse
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| Cuz I debo like Nino Brown, rico clowns
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| Gon' have to gummy down, John Dillinger style, cuz I’ll
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| Clap the mag', while they throwin' the gas in
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| Like Fred Hampton, to protect my family
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| They trap me in the world, where they only respectin'
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| Violence and only way out is lethal injection
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| Westin', lord is this, dog eat dog
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| So I lock John Maul, everytime that I’m brought
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| Yo, half of these niggas they front like they pop heaters, kid
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| Think it’s a movie, and get beat, like Jesus did
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| I leave that kid, with one hand, swing that shit
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| I’m givin' man that shot boy, if he that big
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| See if he really want it, you can holla, dog
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| It’s only two things I fear, the feds and my baby moms
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| It’s on, how can that boy take the stand and lie
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| 'Dict just blew, not knowin' when I’mma see my guy
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| I’m so confused, it’s clear, when you my eyes
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| It’s me and my crew til the end, we gon' ride
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| We nothin' alike, you never been a hustler holmes
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| Then what you know about runnin' up in hustler homes
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| I clutch the chrome, send shots out in dispurse
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| Think you street, I leave your whole head, on top of the dirt
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| It’s Maino, man, Brooklyn boy, Nostrand and Gates
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| Real recognize real, I’m with Cormega and Lake
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| I wanna see how tough you is, when we face to face
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| The only reason you still breathin', nigga, it’s fate, uh. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monster's Ball , by - Cormega. Song from the album Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп