Intro:
Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth
living
youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this sh*t for niggas
in jail cells, niggas
on
the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do
this sh*t from the
heart
man.
Verse 1:
Yo I write rhymes for Bemerz, Rovers
overachievers
O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters
One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a
deal [bad word] I leave a [bad word] head numb like Bill Snivers
Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out
I'm on some real sh*t blowin' my enemies out
If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone
Pocket [bad word] forever don't get it confused,
never
My testamony will be death to a phoney MC
You wanna impress me show me a key
Or I suggest we manifest this a [bad word] deal test
Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this
Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy
picture
Analyse every line my scene will vandalise
Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to
fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the
plan alive
I went from misdate to big my niggas know I
keep the sh*t straight
Cormega talking:
Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope
you know? Bag this
up
ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You
pump this on your
block
this is where I stand for my clinetel you know?
Then after that we
 
have 'em
make distribution of this, word.
Verse 2:
Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to
fiends
It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team
Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me
Trapped in the belly like the beast was
conceiving me
Thug status yo son I'm above average
When it's time for you to die does love matter?
You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail
weighing nothing on
scale [bad word] you stay frontin' me I got plans like
niggas who chop grams
See when I eat my niggas eat
See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you
What you dream I live and breath which means
Don't make me have to kill you play the game
See real niggas stay the same
Y'all niggas scarred to play our change
Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came [bad word] is real yeah my words sound forbidden still
I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who
livin' ill
I represent excellence my minds and I my third
eye a extra clip yet to
spit
So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
Graffitti filled testament
Cormega talking:
Yeah motherf**kers to east to west the money
green on your side the
money
green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it
together. Nawmean?
That's my
testament. That's what I stand for. Either with
me or against me. I'm
out