[Cormega]

as death nears you sink deeper

in his reach as you're caressed by the grim reaper

as my heat enters your flesh, you begin to meet up

with the same streets you claimed was yours they remain yours

your blood stains the floor where the candles were lit

your thugs came to mourn but ain't handling shit

your drugs are now my drugs

I can't front your re-up was a little more than mines was

I didn't kill you, greed did

son, you think I only know niggaz in Queensbridge, i'm a made nigga

an outlaw, you can take it to your grave nigga

eternally known my heat blaze niggaz

stuck me for that Q, should've never bucked it

the eleventh commandment, is never fuck me

you hit me in the chest

lucky I was wearing a vest but the impact hurt my fucking flesh

fucked up my avirex and made my neighbors upset

your own gun created your death

look at you now, a reminder of consequences

in the street, but loyalty is nearly non-existant (that's deep)

you should've seen yo man faces when I came to the wake

had the mac with the compressor, under my black leather

bitches crying niggaz eyeing whispering "that's Mega"

tension in the air I pause

ice grills turned to fear

you don't want it

I let them breathe at the same time yes believe "coming here fronting"

you never leave, as I approach your open casket

I'm in your face like "damn I smoked this bastard"

you was a dead man walking

now you a live nigga laying in the coffin..