Cormega - Montana Diary lyrics

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Cormega - Montana Diary lyrics

(Cormega) Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my headsets So much beef, police suprised I ain't dead yet I keep mad heat, under my pa**enger seat, to master the beef It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps It's on, n***a, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds I drink coladas, but some of my n***az roll blunted Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize d**h Like a cobra attack, your life fear is over Black you f**ed up, you never should of stepped up My spot co*ked, s**ers, scared to die, tough luck Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey Motherf**er, fear paper I burn your insides like Henny, n***a, need a chaser? Pray to gods, the way ya odds, cuz only he could save ya Motherf**ers, it's.. (Chorus 2X: Cormega) The Montana sh**, the money and the power sh** Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it My name, you honor it, n***az an*lyze with me Need to take a look inside the Montana diary (Cormega) Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that wanna see me Mega Montana, drama, I love, bring it Never sleepin', I close my eyes and see my enemies With nines reachin', so I awaken Criminal thoughts, become premeditation Yo, f** explanations, son, I need the safe combinations Surrounded by snipers in a major operation Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya week men Layin', sneakin', on the strength of information leakin' My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' heat in a cop Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin' fast Yo, son, it only takes a second for my gun to blast Give me the world and everything in it My enemies need an uzi with a pearl finish I live it, my life a pure corruption, rememeber these last words I ain't the one to f** with, aiyo, I live.. (Chorus 2X) (Cormega) You f** with me, you f**in' with the best The crime emperor, n***az'll die because my mind sinister I pack an automatic, of course, to uphold my status Cuz money bring power, and power bring madness And it, got a n***a mind, into bigger crime I appear to my, mad dough, and no prison time The money make a n***a sour like lemon-lime I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a nine It's Mega Montana, introducing Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme distribution And if there's a problem, I'ma find a solution My face in the mirror, shows the eyes of the ruthless Sky's the limit, rise the tenent My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, n***az to try to live it My innervision of better living inspired me To write the saga called the Montana Diary Bring it back, son (Chorus 2X)

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