"Pure, uncut..."



[Cormega]

Yo

Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess

A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest

My brown eyes reflect the drama

The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River

Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her

I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him

I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops

And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks

I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me

I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo

Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me

Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me

A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me

To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy

When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell

Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells



[Hook]

Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick

Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with

Sinister, the babyface crime emperor

Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up

Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick

Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with

Sinister, the babyface crime emperor

Mega motherfuckin Montana, what?!



[Cormega]

Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand

Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands

Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence

Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident

My little me be settin in for phone time

In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time

Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine

are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time

I got dreams ya team never seen

Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean

I got heat, that's guaranteed to make ya head lean

My destiny is seein cornbread cream

Remember me? The exulted, fat cat of NYC

Drivin a Porsche to my fortress, and I be

Loungin in Cortex's and still rock fly Valor shit

Moment of silence to them niggaz that my paws hit



[Hook]



[Cormega]

I know rappaz hate me, cuz I live the rhyme I visualize

You not real, I see it in ya eyes

I'm spittin nines, where coke farm scales are digitized

This real shit I live and die, the Bridge I epitomize

The trife life, I rock jewels with ice

Verbally, I bruise mics

Mega shittin, Lex and Benzes chromed out

Gimme a pen and watch a nigga zone out

I can't believe the shit I spitted from my own mouth



[Hook]



  "Pure, uncut..."

  "Pure, uncut..."

  "Pure, uncut..."