Cormega

Cormega - Crime Connection lyrics

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Stupid...can't fuck with this (I know)

Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn



[Verse 1- Havoc]



Yo, I love my niggas for that

We strike back, handle business

Test the realist, stay focused

And keep the, enemy near us

Niggas is careless,  slippin up

Switchin up teams, crossin over

And gettin stuck for they cream

Frontin like they skills, it superb

Got the nerve, to get knocked the

Fuck out, then kicked to the curb

Thats for you and your whole click

You roll thick, more the better, so like

A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on

Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off

You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in

Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian

Ass having, talking 'bout it, being 'bout it

You ain't been doin it, so don't start

Matter fact, keep it moving

When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells

With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead 

Son he can't tell, like a Viking, we strikin

Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags

Son we want to visualize picture, analyze

Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest

State of mind, you must be out your motherfucking mind

Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy

Didn't even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery

No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib

Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one fuck

Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path

Thats bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destine

To make the best outta life, crime connection



[Verse 2- Prodigy]



Yo, I send shots to any man who come to close

Niggas get fold like a letter, and shipped across coast

Who goes, to go against my militant crime militia

Like these street niggas sending missiles to hit ya

Up from the ground up son, you get the picture

If not write it down, take a picture

Botanical exotic shit, keep me lifted, somethin retarded

Fuckin up my high, beefin don't get me started

Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck out anybody

With you, and anybody that grab me, 

Move back we attack like pits locked in basements

Hungry for blood, deranged this, craziest

Type a shit ya ever seen in your life

Nigga bled to death, standin up, holdin his life

Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss

Found layin in a pool of the shit, his own fault

It's P the exulted from NYC, you get extremely, cut the fuck up

By scarlee to can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time

And get up close and personal in front of ya eyes

See me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept slow

Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock, put a hold on your assets

And dug your pop, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin

This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle

At night on Expedition, I got a jones for that life shit, 

Survivors of block wars and crime niggas, know what I talk

In a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the scene dancin'

Doin about a 100 all the way to Queens



[Verse 3- Cormega]



It seems, like gettin ahead, lead being dead or in the feds

I kept a glock in my shoe box under my bed

And had dreams to bag Ki's and fill duffel bags with madd G's

Parle in a condo with a warm breeze and palm trees

My projects is like a fuckin Vietnam scene

And my team be reppin, settin with shit that'll rip through vests

Flexin' Diamantes, when it's on I'll regulate shit the calm way

Yo Iam smooth like a drop top benz with fat rims

I made moves, in war gear and black tims

And layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yo

Pumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yo

The drug blocks, full of unseen riches and snitches

Guns blast and cops flashin pictures,

Son askin, can he get a package

And took a loss when the new task force snatched him

9's and Tec's, my hollow-heads outlined your vests

My only fear 25 years and death.

 

Ill minds connection, crime connection

Never bring beef in my direction, kid

Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section

With the infamous realness, don't try to test it



Like this, ill minds connection, crime connection

Never bring beef in my direction, word

Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section

With the infamous realness, don't try to test it
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