Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tony/Montana, 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
Tony/Montana |
I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen |
Cause pussy is the best next thing besides women |
All the position ive been in couldn’t explain how I’m living |
My vision my intuition has risen |
Here take a listen I’m hitting |
Up to bat with precision |
Sealing bags in the kitchen |
Slinging crack to these pigeons |
For the fact that I’m driven |
My linebackers is missing |
Send you back and good rides |
Trapped in this mission where snakes and rats is forbidden |
Keep my gun hidden niggaz is bitches signing petitions |
And they providing convictions |
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions |
My riders ride on a mission for snitching |
You get your back blown right out of commission |
Youll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes |
Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses |
Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors |
Your wisses is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents |
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures |
We click on religious niggaz for acting too superstitious |
Move cause the group is viscous |
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow |
See trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches |
My design is already made |
So young an so strong |
And just waiting to be saved |
My lifes no longer in the hands of district attorneys or envious niggaz |
Who thirsty cause I’m OT with prince with thirty moving like magic |
But niggaz ain’t worthy like Michael cooper when I shoot I aim sturdy |
Mother maiden mother fuck em Rhymes so dope I hope I make it through customs |
We can take it to the streets like a game at the rucker |
They claim they love us but all that changes |
When you on and they fucked up dog ain’t no flaws in a hustla |
I ain’t no longer in state greens and chuckers |
Waiting for the beach port and the breaks streets oughta relate |
I see it all in your face the window to your soul ain’t tinted |
You wanna see me falling from grace |
No way nigga I’m stretching my weight like cocaine dealers |
What they gonna say now the flow way iller |
If dough change things I’m no longer the same |
But what I became does not conflict with from where I cam |
I was dealing with caine like cold chilla back when lyricist rained |
And dope was killing em, any mc who think they ill as me or real as me should chill I mean that’s your opinion |
But my raps is relentless like a mac with an infra |
And I’m back with a vengeance, like Sprewell smashing the Knicks |
after they shipped him despite the fans resistance |
Big and 'Pac is up top so the nicest man living is right here |
Its quite clear like diamonds that glisten |
— repeat to end |