Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living
 youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells  niggas
 on
 the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the
 heart
 man.
 Verse 1:
 Yo I write rhymes for Bemerz  Rovers overachievers
 O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters
 One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga
 I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers
 Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out
 I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out
 If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone
 Pocket Biggie rule forever don't get it confused, never
 My testamony will be death to a phoney MC
 You wanna impress me show me a key
 Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test
 Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
 Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this
 Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture
 Analyse every line my scene will vandalise
 Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize
 Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive
 I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight
 Cormega talking:
 Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this
 up
 ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your
 block
 this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we
 have 'em
 make distribution of this, word.
 Verse 2:
 Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends
 It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team
 Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me
 Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me
 Thug status yo son I'm above average
 When it's time for you to die does love matter?
 You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on
 scale
 Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggas who chop grams
 See when I eat my niggas eat
 See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you
 What you dream I live and breath which means
 Don't make me have to kill you play the game
 See real niggas stay the same
 Y'all niggas scarred to play our change
 Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came
 Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still
 I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
 I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to
 spit
 So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
 Graffitti filled testament
 Cormega talking:
 Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money green on your side the
 money
 green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean?
 That's my
 testament. That's what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm
 out