You's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef

a backseat criminal that pass the heat

to somebody that blast the heat

Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street?

A Villain on the vinyl an analog outlaw

alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw

you thuggin' when the mic's plugged in

barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense

you wild on the two inch

got your platinum plaques to prove it

your music's been around the World movin'

and it comes right back around to the ground, don't it?

now it's time to face your opponent

Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at

fuck that, not because we have to, I want to

I love this shit, the raw is what I live for

to hear the sound of the crowd roar for more

to see the niggas that can't pay rush the door

whylin' on the dancefloor

when they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war

but it's a different type of effect, it's not violence

they're just tranced by the advance

tranked by the sound bank

put under the drum, numbed off of our shit

now who you rockin' wit'? them or us

deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust

Infamous 'till we pass on

you laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion

defend my confidantes

nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog

as we move through the stage fog

I need to bass more

so I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL

and lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on.. 



Verse 2: (Cormega)



(yo, back up yo..)



Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon?

were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'?

you exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em

you never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin'

you never felt the razor scrapin' your plate

your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' 'cause theres paper to make

you never felt the power of invincibility

clutchin' a gun like fuck it thun, it's him or me

at your best you was a hand to hand

no more than Three grams

what the fuck you know about a Key, man?

you never hustled

lets get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you

stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen

what you tryin' to do? help the guys in Blue?

indict thuns so that can be another rhyme for you?

you a parasite, you never had a life

so you throw other niggas 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 mothafucka, the real make the fake niggas kneel

and lose appetites when you taste niggas 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 mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill

I'm Cormega, raw forever

y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens

you minor league

I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team

your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze vaginas bleed

my lyrics stay official

I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal

your niggas, they won't miss you

my Nickel-plated pistol - got Sixteen shots, you can take 'em wit' you

to the coffin or DA's office

surgery, nurses screamin' "We lost him!"

life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him

if you want beef say no more

brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray Four-Fours, bitch!