Cormega]

Yo, when you deal with niggas

You know what I'm sayin

You gotta know where they stand (Watch niggas)

Cuz everybody your man when things is going right

Uh, but what about when things is going wrong



[Cormega]

Ask yourself am I your man

Would I die for you or by your hand

If I go broke, would you divide your grand

Put me in your plans

Hold me down with your heat if my [bad word] jams

Stop to think, Asbet stops your bank

You need the mean gats to set it, pop your tank

I fears none, a [bad word] sleepin is a rare one

Prepared, never scared, blood sweat and tears son, I kinda saw

I close my eyes at night and let the drama pour

On paper, my mind escapes but I ignore

Temptations, to embrace the path of raw

When I was younger my hunger taught me how to score

Not sayin I was poor, but I was [bad word] laws

That had [bad word] in and out of Richer's Island doors

Now I'm shinin for you, what's mine is yours

Are you my [bad word] 


 [bad word] 

If I died, would you cry

Need, would you provide

If I got beef

Would you be squeezin side by side

If I face time

Would you give me a place to hide

Would you snake me for paper, look in my eyes



[Cormega]

Can you accept the consequences of life, of livin trife

And take yours with honor, if a real [bad word] strike

Or would you fall weak and help a courtroom indite

And live with dishonor for the rest of your life

Only [bad word] deal with emotion

Yo son, how many snitches are still in the ocean

I'm gettin too deep, spittin unique

Rhymes, for niggas who sleep

thug officially, slugs christin me

Evidently, we hustle on blocks where presidents be

My rhymes represent the, criminal element

My niggas sellin bricks, stressin in feds

And hit the residence, using eye care for evidence

Never mix business with benevolence

You might end up regrettin it

Check this rhyme that I prefected

Analyze and let me ask you one question

Are you my [bad word] 


 [bad word] 



[Cormega]

Can I put [bad word] in you like you [bad word] in me

If my life is on the line would you bust for me

Free me from custody, or deny my exist and, provin

That you didn't give a [bad word] for me

I put my [bad word] in no mans hand, 'til he earns it

I learned this from thug legislature

When slugs penetrate ya, heavens above await ya

Therefore I never sleep, cuz I may never wake up

Felonies no longer worry me, for real

Its the betrayal and the jealousy

The insecurity of things they might never see

Makin niggas minds [bad word]  then my nine [bad word] 
Denying what, life you had expired

You tryed your luck, then died for what

You asked for forgiveness but my eyes was shut

You wasn't wise enough, to stop me from risin up

Are you my [bad word] 



Jealousy, jealousy...