Cormega, Dona, DJ Miz - The Machine lyrics

Yo, honest living gets no respect
Get money on the streets
Niggas show your love
Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing
I'm doing my thing, together we bring
That hard street shit
Niggas been waiting weeks to get
Best of both words, Chinese and Sunnydale
Lobster and crystal, the nigga fuck with me
Cuz I keep it's real, and I'm from the Ville
XXL wanna put me on the cover, enemies
Undercover, wanna take a nigga under
Fuck these niggas talkin' bout
How they discovered
Mad at ya girl, cuz I ain't fuck ya
Powder blue prada's, Dona, the don dada
It get's not hotter, top shotters
Blocka, I got this whole game in a smash
You couldn't do a song with me
Cuz all your shit is trash

Look at me now, Mega
I'm trynna ice the crown
Blow shots at your crew
When ya'll actin' wild
The streets be us, and dog
You can't fuck with us
Real niggas been shackled on the
Back of the bus been blowin' mad niggas
For talkin' like they be tough
So please don't fuck with us
Niggas will scuff you up
Got the goon squad, postin' up in the rear
Ready to start something
Pop about two in ya ear
You hear? Get it clear
Never fuck with the man
Cuz if you, talk to the man
You'll be layin' in sand
You hear? Never scared
It's the block in here 106 and cardin'
That's how we startin' this here
Rest in peace, Fly Ty, wish my nigga was here
Not in the mental, the physical
Standin' right there talk to me ya'll
Legal Hustle that's how we do what, ho

In the street I'm known, for heat I hold
My road dogs, Moe Dog and Bebo's home
Niggas be fightin' over sales
While my kilo sold
Now I'm a motherfuckin' Legal Hustle, CEO
I brought the pain
It hurt y'all to see me blow
Like the hurricane, you thought it was a game
Til the hummer came, you numb like, novacaine
Scuff like purple haze, nigga
Know your place
I don't wanna blow your brains
Will leave dead or like something
In a produce lane
There's no use mayne, you know you lame
Your re-up is weak, my peeps told you wait
You didn't like the Realness
You know you fake
My success got you vexed, that know you hate
The fact I'm eatin' like my peoples
Do in soul food plates
Uh, Don P, shit, we go through cases
And, we got lawyers, that blow through cases
I will walk through your projects
With no shoe laces
And laugh at them niggas with
Them broke school faces
What, you can't fuck with my team
The Legal Hustle regime
We the fucking machine, nigga
Fuckin' with me get love in the street
Cuz we was huggin' to eat
Now we chillin', pullin' up in them fleece