Facts
Whose tale you tellin'? Are you frail or felon?
Were you makin' sales or watchin' nikkas sellin'?
You exploit nikkas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
You never felt the moisture in the air over coke boilin'
You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' a gun like, fukk it dun, it's him or me
At your best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the fukk you know about a ki', man?
You never hustled
Lets get it right, my nikka Y would've stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryin' to do? Help the guys in blue?
Indict nikkas so that can be another rhyme for you?
You a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other nikkas lives in your pad at night
It's clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal mothafukka, the real make the fake nikkas kneel
And lose appetites when you taste nikkas steel
My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal and make it real
I'm like Big, you can't replace the skill, I laced it ill
Like cocaine in Scarface's grill
Your mothafukkin' flow is basic, chill
I'm Cormega, raw forever
Y'all nikkas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens
You minor league
I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team
Your whole team is p*ssy, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed
My lyrics stay official
I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal
Your nikkas, they won't miss you
My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots, you can take 'em with you
To the coffin or DA's office
Surgery, nurses screamin', "We lost him!"
Life suddenly divorced him
fukk it, it cost him
If you want beef, say no more
Brace your self, nikka it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bytch!