Cormega - Unforgiven lyrics

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Cormega - Unforgiven lyrics

[Cormega] Yo, I'm contemplatin' My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan The rap or crack, I go hard for paper n***as ain't even as smart as Daja And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat I don't even take you serious, I think you envious I feel it, I was born to deal bricks And come through the hood in ill whips The Realness, who you think you deal with I don't fear sh** n***a, f** around and get hit up Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted If you feel it in your heart (bring it) My infrared beam is on ya head My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket Stop dreamin, life's a b**h I'm not leavin' I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin' My n***a Biggie must have prophesized When they said somebody got to die My n***a Pac must have felt deception When he asked n***a do you wanna ride or die [Cormega] Y'all n***as better duck when you f** with me Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless I turned kids to orphans and live with caution You can't match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments Blazin', fake n***as can't stand it I got sh** established, strugglin' your hustlin' sk**s are average Look and learn b**h, my cooker turn A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the gla** I surpa** Nino, blast like Callito, die slow Cuz Sa** like to even up the side or blow Like a n***a who need time on the phone, you get it? Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live n***a When I decide n***as, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye n***a It's f**ed up, but it's just the thought I got cliques That go through brick and whips customized motherf**er I get money, sit on bricks and twenties n***as ain't takin' sh** from me

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