~~~ Cormega x Prodigy x Havoc ~~~

Originally Posted by WE GET MONEY

Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me to live my destiny, jacuzzi water soaking me

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Originally Posted by red mpls

Killaz Theme...

The Testament is a classic and this is one of the best cuts on there. Every song with Cory and the Mobb is classic- Crime Connection, What's Ya Poison, Three, Thun & Kicko (the most slept-on and possibly the greatest dis record ever).

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Originally Posted by mace40

Originally Posted by red mpls

Killaz Theme...

The Testament is a classic and this is one of the best cuts on there. Every song with Cory and the Mobb is classic- Crime Connection, What's Ya Poison, Three, Thun & Kicko (the most slept-on and possibly the greatest dis record ever).

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Hell yes.

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Originally Posted by 951guero

Originally Posted by mace40

red mpls wrote:

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Killaz Theme...

The Testament is a classic and this is one of the best cuts on there. Every song with Cory and the Mobb is classic- Crime Connection, What's Ya Poison,
Three, Thun & Kicko (the most slept-on and possibly the greatest dis record ever).

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Hell yes.

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Originally Posted by hugebird

You guys really don't know who Thun and Kicko is toward? The *%!% is going on with you people?

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Yo, you's a notebook crook
With looseleaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blasts the heat
Man, it sounds bad on the pad, what happened in the streets?
A villian on the vinyl, an analogue outlaw
A lot of gats on ya DAT tape southpaw
You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
Barkin through the speakers like you got no sense
Cory's was goin at Nasir.

Who tale you tellin'?
Are you frail or felon?
Were you makin' sales or wathcin' _'s sellin'?
You exploit _'s lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
You never felt the moisture in the air from coke boilin'
You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin's cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' the gun like "%%@% it thun, it's him or me"
At yourr best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the %%@% you know about a ki' man?
You never hustled, let's get it right my _ Rob would of stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryin' to do, help the guys in blue
Indict thun so that can be another rhyme for you
You a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other _'s lives in your pad at night
It's clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal mother @*$$!%
The real make the fake _'s kneel
And lose appetites when you taste _'s steel
My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal
And make it real
I'm like BIG you can't replace the skill
I laced it ill like cocaine in Scarface's grill
Your mother !!$@+# flow is basic, chill
I'm Cor-Mega, raw forever
Y'all _'s know my steez, I'm reppin' from Queens
You minor league, I'm big time like Mark McGuire, indeed
You whole team is %!$@$, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
My lyrics stay official
I bag up coke on dishes made of crystal
You _'s they will miss you
My nickel-plated pistol, got 16 shots you can take 'em with you
To the coffin, a D.A.'s office
Surgery nurses screamin' "We lost him"
Life suddenly divorced him, %%@% it it cost him
If you want beef say no more
Brace yourself, _ it's on, we spray four-fours !*%%@

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Originally Posted by red mpls

Originally Posted by hugebird

You guys really don't know who Thun and Kicko is toward? The *%!% is going on with you people?

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. Pee's verse was directed at Jay-Z

Yo, you's a notebook crook
With looseleaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blasts the heat
Man, it sounds bad on the pad, what happened in the streets?
A villian on the vinyl, an analogue outlaw
A lot of gats on ya DAT tape southpaw
You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in
Barkin through the speakers like you got no sense

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Who tale you tellin'?
Are you frail or felon?
Were you makin' sales or wathcin' _'s sellin'?
You exploit _'s lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em
You never felt the moisture in the air from coke boilin'
You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate
Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin's cause there's paper to make
You never felt the power of invincibility
Clutchin' the gun like "%%@% it thun, it's him or me"
At yourr best you was a hand-to-hand
No more than three grams
What the %%@% you know about a ki' man?
You never hustled, let's get it right my _ Rob would of stuck you
Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen
What you tryin' to do, help the guys in blue
Indict thun so that can be another rhyme for you
You a parasite, you never had a life
So you throw other _'s lives in your pad at night
It's clever when you write it
Spoken well for a dude who never been indicted
You know the deal mother @*$$!%
The real make the fake _'s kneel
And lose appetites when you taste _'s steel
My rhymes are what it takes to get a deal
And make it real
I'm like BIG you can't replace the skill
I laced it ill like cocaine in Scarface's grill
Your mother !!$@+# flow is basic, chill
I'm Cor-Mega, raw forever
Y'all _'s know my steez, I'm reppin' from Queens
You minor league, I'm big time like Mark McGuire, indeed
You whole team is %!$@$, when I squeeze vaginas bleed
My lyrics stay official
I bag up coke on dishes made of crystal
You _'s they will miss you
My nickel-plated pistol, got 16 shots you can take 'em with you
To the coffin, a D.A.'s office
Surgery nurses screamin' "We lost him"
Life suddenly divorced him, %%@% it it cost him
If you want beef say no more
Brace yourself, _ it's on, we spray four-fours !*%%@

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