Thun & Kicko

Lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Intro: Prodigy] Yo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, you's a notebook crook, with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal who pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street? A villain on the vinyl, a analog outlaw A lot of gats on your DAT, taped southpaw You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense You wild on the two inch, got your platinum plaques to prove it Your music's been around the world movin' And it come right back around to the ground, don't it? Now it's time to face your opponent Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at Fuck that, not because I have to, we want to I love this shit, the raw's what I live for To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Wylin' on the dancefloor, when they song come on Swingin' they fists, ready for war But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence They're just tranced by the advance, tranqu'ed by the sound bank Put under the drum, numbed off of our shit Now who you rockin' wit'? Them or us? Deep love or cheap lust? QB or bust Infamous 'till we pass on You laughing at the wrong shit, I take action Defend my confidantes Nigga, I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog As we move through the stage fog, I need to bass more So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL And lose it, say no more Brace your delf, nigga it's on [Verse 2: Cormega] Yo, back up, yo Whose tale you tellin'? Are you frail or felon? Were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'? You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em You never felt the moisture in the air of coke boilin' You never felt the razor scrapin' your plate Your hands achin' yet you keep choppin' cause there's paper to make You never felt the power of invincibility Clutchin' a gun like, fuck it thun, it's him or me At your best you was a hand-to-hand, no more than three grams What the fuck you know about a ki', man? You never hustled Let's get it right, my nigga Y would've stuck you Stop dry snitchin' in your rhymes, listen What you tryna do? Help the guys in blue? Indict thuns so that can be another rhyme for you? You a parasite, you never had a life So you throw other niggas 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 motherfucker, the real make the fake niggas kneel And lose appetites when you taste niggas 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 mothafuckin' flow is basic, chill I'm Cormega, raw forever Y'all niggas know my steez, I'm reppin' for Queens You minor league, I'm big time like Mark McGwire's team Your whole team is pussy, when I squeeze, vaginas bleed My lyrics stay official I bagged up coke on dishes made of crystal Your niggas, they will miss you My nickel-plated pistol got sixteen shots You can take 'em with you, to the coffin or DA's office Surgery, nurses screamin', "We lost him!" Life suddenly divorced him, fuck it, it cost him If you want beef, say no more Brace your delf, nigga it's on, we spray four-fours, bitch!