Crime Connection Lyrics - Singles - Cormega

Stupid... can't f**k with this (I know) 

Bring your whole team kid. Yea dunn 

(Verse 1- Havoc) 

Yo, I love my niggas for that 

We strike back, handle business 

Test the realist, stay focused 

And keep the, enemy near us 

Niggas is careless, slippin up 

Switchin up teams, crossin over 

And gettin stuck for they cream 

Frontin like they skills, it superb 

Got the nerve, to get knocked the 

F**k out, then kicked to the curb 

Thats for you and your whole click 

You roll thick, more the better, so like 

A dick bitch you gettin whipped, shitted on 

Scuffed off a Mobb Deep song, take your thug off 

You had it on a bit too long, tuck your chain in 

Your gettin yaked, for you 14 karat slum gold cubic zirconian 

Ass having, talking 'bout it, being 'bout it 

You ain't been doin it, so don't start 

Matter fact, keep it moving 

When it's on, accumulate like cancer cells 

With advanced sales, leave a snitch dead 

Son he can't tell, like a Viking, we strikin 

Reconstructing maps, plantin QB flags 

Son we want to visualize picture, analyze 

Situate another occupation, in cardiac arrest 

State of mind, you must be out your motherf**king mind 

Put you out of misery, short your lifetime, expectancy 

Didn't even reach 23, first class shot, special delivery 

No doubt you wanna lay it for at you, at your own crib 

Talk out the ass, at your own risk, it wont give one f**k 

Two mysterious Chevy trucks filled with black cats, crossin ya path 

Thats bad luck, Everyone has a destiny, so we destine 

To make the best outta life, crime connection 

(Verse 2- Prodigy) 

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Yo, I send shots to any man who come to close 

Niggas get fold like a letter, and shipped across coast 

Who goes, to go against my militant crime militia 

Like these street niggas sending missiles to hit ya 

Up from the ground up son, you get the picture 

If not write it down, take a picture 

Botanical exotic shit, keep me lifted, somethin retarded 

F**kin up my high, beefin don't get me started 

Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the f**k out anybody 

With you, and anybody that grab me, 

Move back we attack like pits locked in basements 

Hungry for blood, deranged this, craziest 

Type a shit ya ever seen in your life 

Nigga bled to death, standin up, holdin his life 

Applying pressure to his wound, tryin to stop the blood loss 

Found layin in a pool of the shit, his own fault 

It's P the exulted from NYC, you get extremely, cut the f**k up 

By scarlee to can't recognize, do I have to prove all the time 

And get up close and personal in front of ya eyes 

See me dipped in down-low, ready for action, crept slow 

Moved on ya enterprise and crash ya stock, put a hold on your assets 

And dug your pop, You National Geographic niggas is known for flippin 

This animal wildlife surround me I live in, and flow through the jungle 

At night on Expedition, I got a jones for that life shit, 

Survivors of block wars and crime niggas, know what I talk 

In a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the scene dancin' 

Doin about a 100 all the way to Queens 

Photos 

(Verse 3- Cormega) 

It seems, like gettin ahead, lead being dead or in the feds 

I kept a glock in my shoe box under my bed 

And had dreams to bag Ki's and fill duffel bags with madd G's 

Parle in a condo with a warm breeze and palm trees 

My projects is like a f**kin Vietnam scene 

And my team be reppin, settin with shit that'll rip through vests 

Flexin' Diamantes, when it's on I'll regulate shit the calm way 

Yo Iam smooth like a drop top benz with fat rims 

I made moves, in war gear and black tims 

And layed low, cause I was tryin to stay paid yo 

Pumpin minerals to criminals called Yae-yo 

The drug blocks, full of unseen riches and snitches 

Guns blast and cops flashin pictures, 

Son askin, can he get a package 

And took a loss when the new task force snatched him 

9's and Tec's, my hollow-heads outlined your vests 

My only fear 25 years and death. 

Ill minds connection, crime connection 

Never bring beef in my direction, kid 

Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section 

With the infamous realness, don't try to test it 

Like this, ill minds connection, crime connection 

Never bring beef in my direction, word 

Cormega and Mobb Deep supply your section 

With the infamous realness, don't try to test it