Cormega - Extreme Wit 16 lyrics
[Cormega - Extreme Wit 16 lyrics]
I'm extreme with 16's
God forgive me I'm nice
Like Rasheed Wallace
My street knowledge is source
When beef starting
Niggas know my shit'll blow holes in
Souls of my enemies, ain't no sympathy
I paint a portrait, your
Picture ain't complete, you talk shit
I talk drugs, money and four fifths
I spit the real
Niggas feel you got something to prove
Chill, I ain't got nothing to lose
For real I crush you
Like a gram in the hand of
A nigga who sniff coke
I conquer you, and be held responsible
Niggas call me Kaiser
Cause I fake my own death
And cause I ain't seen her
Like I couldn't take yet
Nigga, I ain't met her
How I couldn't shake yet
Fuck the watch, did you see my bracelet
Niggas, talk ki's, but ain't
Seen an eighth yet, and
My coke is it, you don't need a taste test
Bragging bout your vest
Means you want your face wet
My lawyer so good, I beat it in arrangement
Nigga
Fuck what you heard, this is what you hearing
I talk the real shit, niggas disappearing
Interfering with a nigga like me
Could get your black ass pushed
To the white meat i talk about 16 bars
Of 16 scars to deal with
Either way you gonna feel it
When I spit the real shit
For niggas hustling, bubbling, struggling
Bitches with the big pussy, smuggling coke
Motherfuckers is jokes
What block you used to pump on? Umm
I heavily dispute that
Never seen you shoot back
Never seen you bring loot back
And niggas need to chill
That's word to Ill Will
Y'all niggas ain't real
Ya don't know the meaning
I'm to real, too ill, too strategic
I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die
Like Dutsy, Big Elton, and Suicide
Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know
My nigga JFP, rest in peace
You niggas ain't ill like me
You niggas ain't real like me
Fall apart, no heart, you
Ain't built like me, what the deal
I spray well, ask my nigga KL
I'm a far rock general
The mineral was cocaine I sell
I reign well, niggas know the deal
You might reign in hell fucking with me
I'm buggin' strictly, straight for the dome
That's the realist shit you ever heard
Straight off the dome, what
Niggas know my flow is unstoppable
Mega Montana is popping you, uh
I used to be at B channel high, madd fly
Freestyling, they say that nigga be whilin'
I used to be in Edgmere, with
My niggas on the daily, basis
Chillin, you just can't erase it
The villain, of The Firm
They just couldn't replace him
I'm unreplaceable, I'm undisgraceble
I'm unmistakably
The nicest that you'll ever
See, Mega be heavily, cleverly
Indeed, I can't stop, won't stop
Won't ever stop
When Mega drops get his shit, and go on
I flow on, like a proton, missile
My shit's official
So what the fuck you niggas wanna do?
I could go on for days, or flow afraid, shoot
It's just poetry, niggas know it's me
Home after three, niggas sucking me
Like Bon Appetite
Niggas ducking like it's homes after me, uh
So call friends who have no cash for me, uh
Fuck y'all niggas, y'all all ass to me
If Mobb Deep was here, I would pass to P, and
Talk about me, is pure blasphemy
I leave the alligators to the players, and
I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor
And you under pressure
Like you see my nigga Jada
Yo, I'm outta here nigga
Catch y'all niggas later, i'm out
(what)
God forgive me I'm nice
Like Rasheed Wallace
My street knowledge is source
When beef starting
Niggas know my shit'll blow holes in
Souls of my enemies, ain't no sympathy
I paint a portrait, your
Picture ain't complete, you talk shit
I talk drugs, money and four fifths
I spit the real
Niggas feel you got something to prove
Chill, I ain't got nothing to lose
For real I crush you
Like a gram in the hand of
A nigga who sniff coke
I conquer you, and be held responsible
Niggas call me Kaiser
Cause I fake my own death
And cause I ain't seen her
Like I couldn't take yet
Nigga, I ain't met her
How I couldn't shake yet
Fuck the watch, did you see my bracelet
Niggas, talk ki's, but ain't
Seen an eighth yet, and
My coke is it, you don't need a taste test
Bragging bout your vest
Means you want your face wet
My lawyer so good, I beat it in arrangement
Nigga
Fuck what you heard, this is what you hearing
I talk the real shit, niggas disappearing
Interfering with a nigga like me
Could get your black ass pushed
To the white meat i talk about 16 bars
Of 16 scars to deal with
Either way you gonna feel it
When I spit the real shit
For niggas hustling, bubbling, struggling
Bitches with the big pussy, smuggling coke
Motherfuckers is jokes
What block you used to pump on? Umm
I heavily dispute that
Never seen you shoot back
Never seen you bring loot back
And niggas need to chill
That's word to Ill Will
Y'all niggas ain't real
Ya don't know the meaning
I'm to real, too ill, too strategic
I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die
Like Dutsy, Big Elton, and Suicide
Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know
My nigga JFP, rest in peace
You niggas ain't ill like me
You niggas ain't real like me
Fall apart, no heart, you
Ain't built like me, what the deal
I spray well, ask my nigga KL
I'm a far rock general
The mineral was cocaine I sell
I reign well, niggas know the deal
You might reign in hell fucking with me
I'm buggin' strictly, straight for the dome
That's the realist shit you ever heard
Straight off the dome, what
Niggas know my flow is unstoppable
Mega Montana is popping you, uh
I used to be at B channel high, madd fly
Freestyling, they say that nigga be whilin'
I used to be in Edgmere, with
My niggas on the daily, basis
Chillin, you just can't erase it
The villain, of The Firm
They just couldn't replace him
I'm unreplaceable, I'm undisgraceble
I'm unmistakably
The nicest that you'll ever
See, Mega be heavily, cleverly
Indeed, I can't stop, won't stop
Won't ever stop
When Mega drops get his shit, and go on
I flow on, like a proton, missile
My shit's official
So what the fuck you niggas wanna do?
I could go on for days, or flow afraid, shoot
It's just poetry, niggas know it's me
Home after three, niggas sucking me
Like Bon Appetite
Niggas ducking like it's homes after me, uh
So call friends who have no cash for me, uh
Fuck y'all niggas, y'all all ass to me
If Mobb Deep was here, I would pass to P, and
Talk about me, is pure blasphemy
I leave the alligators to the players, and
I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor
And you under pressure
Like you see my nigga Jada
Yo, I'm outta here nigga
Catch y'all niggas later, i'm out
(what)