Uh huh
Uh huh yo
This goes out to you(mega) la dc the Queens and Brooklyn Crew
Va Atlanta, n****s from uptown too. (uh huh) Yea Exclusive
You know how we do it kiko, Connecticut Muthafuckin Cormega settin it

Yo, to my enemies, I show no sympathy
Lay down forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco
United we stand, divided we fall
In spite of it all, I am still the illest n***a,
Keepin it real with n****s
Weed in my lungs, Henny fill my liver
Its on now, n****s better get gone now
Or get torn down, with 4-Pounds my team kick doors down
My dreamim for cream, we can all have

Chorus: Cormega

On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real n****s do real things
Iam rappin for the b*****s in the songs I sing
'cause real n****s do real things

On the road to the riches and diamond rings
Real n****s do real things
Iam Rappin over beats by B. I. G.
'cause real n****s do real things

Alota long time friends are foes now
Exposed now to my four-pound
No rock tote on my block
Your spot closed now
Dedicated to those who, never made it
F**k those who froze while interrogated.
Picture me giving the cops a victory by snitchin
I'd rather be in penetenrcy
Doin life, with you n****s runnin though my wife
F**k it Iam locked down forever do her right
Where I go my nine go
My eyes low, from hydro
My shine glow, f**k 5-0
Yo, let me think a minute, my jeep tinted
The heat is in it, I better drive slow
Cause I aint wit bein, printed in a cell
Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it with ginger ale
I pass, where n****s fail, I stab for n****s bail
I flash the wicked el, to have ya n****s, down like what

Chorus (x2)
(Real n****s do real things, ya know
I think it's time for me go, Iam out kiko
Nah son, one more for bk. Ok Check it out)

Yo, from qbc it be me C-O-are-M-E-G-A, get it
Also known as the planna Montana
Wit banana clips, hittin ya man up
My rhymes got ya swichtin ya plan up
I leave a leave a innefect with inelect
The lx or gs, my procedure be best
Competition be??? Like D'z hittin the spot
Wit no ki's left (stupid)
Look at your b***h she wet
She wanna do me because,
Iam rappin over Biggie rockin a Kool G.
Well check this, I got Colombians money
In the bed I hit your honey in
No love for cops cause my dunn is on the run again
Feel the rhyme, I got the s**t locked liked prison time
And '98 is to late Iam gettin mines

Yea Cormega Kiko
Say No More
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