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Cormega
Your depiction of a thug nigg*, is fiction
Your words hung my nigg* lines were drawn
You sided with the judge I ain't a hater
I don't love squellers(squealers,) thats me
You have the audacity to talk like you real
nigg* you fold under pressure, my life is real
You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered
But you dying a slow death denying you told yet
The truth came to light you a fake nigg*
You helped the D.A.'s case my nigg*
fk your life I hate the side(sight) of your face nigg*
Only a fake nigg* would respect you
You went against the cause and signed papers
The signatures yours thats that bulls**t pardon me
?Sammy the bulls**t? take the stand betraying the fam
Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand
I guess thats the way it was planned
(Hook) Cormega
There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you lost it
If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
nigg* you get no love
Cormega
Death before dishonor
You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigg* power in jail
I get you hit up in the shower
I'm a real nigg* I walk the streets with pride
I'm the turth, you living a lie
You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?haza(see "Frank" in Scarface)
I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigg*
And think the streets don't know
Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago
How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness
And knowing ya names associated with snitches
You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact(falcon) you a stool pigeon
Ain't nothing you can do nigg*, might I mention
Only a b*tch would snitch to get a lighter sentence
Take it like a man nigg* like official prints and cornbread nigg*
I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigg*
(Hook)
Cormega
Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable
I once admired you, you rap(rat) b*stard
Ain't no need to explain you not my man
Everytime you give me five I wash my hands
What nigg*, M-E-G-A b*tch tell the D.A. bricks
I move in three days not including the grindin
What polluted ya mind was it alluded time
my words are exulted(exalted) yours ruin lives
You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine
All my doggs doing time, know before I side with the law
I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence
You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence b*tch!
(Hook)