Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Redemption, 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
Redemption |
It’s that shit right here |
It’s that big boy music! |
Yahmean? |
Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man |
hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram |
Understand even then you couldn’t pass me hand |
was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan |
Around the year of them classic jams |
I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran |
Word to yam a few got rich and swam |
while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump |
It’s over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure |
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders |
Sober my first AR in the hood |
Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could |
Understood I was strong headed |
But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish |
Cool whatever, I’m here we can do whatever |
from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever |
Why worry? |
I’ll rest when I’m dead and buried |
so for now I’ma dress, get head and be merry |
(Muthafuckers) |
My minds still in the grind you wouldn’t understand |
It’s been a long time since we was going hand to hand |
When the block was too hot we had the look out man |
Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van |
Plans to conquer the street |
branded in my head like the mark of the beast |
My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep |
when I eat my niggaz eat |
We take the bitter with the sweet |
If I die few’ll cry, less’ll do a bid with me Once intrigued with money and fast cars |
stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms |
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God |
forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins |
Presently the coop I’m in View as heavenly as the roof of? |
Sens? |
Like Vince Carter I’m too intense |
for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim |
Anybody can ball I do it to win |
Son it’s +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside |
Any sign of betrayal my nine’ll improvise |
I spit the sickest rhymes |
Daydream of getting mines |
Fuck scales and just as I? |
tri-beamed to digitize? |
Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove |
From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T |
with keys I sold in a V So cold when I hit the street many people froze |
My team deaded the block till it decomposed |
And was under our complete control to each his own |
I don’t sleep on niggaz in the street no mo Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told |