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2009-07-23

Montana Diary

[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*senger seat, to master the beef It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps It's on, nigga, 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 niggaz roll blunted Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize death Like a cobra attack, your life fear(here) is over Black you f**ked up, you never should of stepped(snuck) up My spot cocked, s*ckers, scared to die, tough luck Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey Motherf**kers fear(seein') paper I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster(chaser)? Pray to gods, the(n) way ya odds, 'cause only he could save ya Motherf**kers, it's.. [Chorus 2X: Cormega] The Montana shit, the money and the power shit Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with(analyzing) me Need to take a look inside the Montana diary [Cormega] Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that(and) 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**k explanations, son, I need the safe combinations Surrounded by snipers in a major operation Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya(replacing) week(weak) men Layin', sneakin'(Plans reaching) 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(meet) an uzi with a pearl finish I live it, my life a(is) pure corruption, rememeber these last words I ain't the one to f**k with, aiyo, I live.. [Chorus 2X] [Cormega] You f**k with me, you f**kin' with the best The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister I pack an automatic, of course(fours), to uphold my status 'cause money bring power, and power bring madness And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime I appear to my(epitomize gettin') mad dough, and no prison time The money make a nigga sour like lemon-lime I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a(where's the) 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(ride is tinted) My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it My inner vision of better living inspired me To write the saga called the Montana Diary Bring it back, son [Chorus 2X] Brought To You By Errupt!on of sixshot.com