Extreme Wit 16 Lyrics - Singles - Cormega

[Cormega] 

I'm extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice 

Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source 

When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes in 

Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony 

I paint a portrait, your picture ain't complete, you talk shit 

I talk drugs, money and four fifths 

I spit the real, niggas feel you got something to prove 

Chill, I don't got nothing to lose, for real I crush you 

Like a gram in the hand of a nigga who sniff coke 

I conquer you, and be held responsible 

Niggas call me Kasha, cause I fake my own death 

And cause I ain't seen a, like I couldn't take yet 

Nigga, I ain't meter, how I couldn't shake yet 

Fuck the watch, did you see my bracelet 

Niggas, talk ki's, but ain't seen an eighth yet, and 

My coke is shit, you don't need a taste test 

Bragging bout your vest, means you want your face wet 

My lawyer so good, I beat him in a raiment, nigga 

Fuck what you heard, this is what you hearing 

I talk the real shit, niggas disappearing 

Interfering with a nigga like me 

Could get your black ass pushed to the white meat 

I talk about 16 bars, of 16 scars to deal with 

Either way you gonna feel it 

When I spit the real shit, for niggas hustling, bubbling, struggling 

Bitches with the big pussy, smuggling coke, motherfuckers is joke 

What block you used to pump on? Umm.. 

I heavily dispute that, never seen you shoot back 

Never seen you bring loot back 

And niggas need to chill, that's word to Ill Will 

Y'all niggas ain't real, ya don't know the meaning 

I'm to real, too ill, too strategic 

I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die 

Like Dutsy, Big L, and Suicide 

Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know 

My nigga J.S.P., rest in peace 

You niggas ain't ill like me, you niggas ain't real like me 

Fall apart, no heart, you ain't built like me, what the deal 

I spray well, ask my nigga KL 

I'm a far rock general, the mineral was cocaine I sell 

I reign well, niggas know the deal 

You might reign in hell fucking with me 

I'm buggin' strictly, straight for the dome 

That's the realist shit you ever heard 

Straight off the dome, what 

Niggas know my flow is unstoppable 

Mega Montana is popping you, uh 

Ice to B.I.B. channel high, madd fly 

Freestyling, they say that nigga be whilin' 

Ice to B and Edgmere, with my niggas on the daily 

Bases, chillin, you just can't erase it 

The villain, of The Firm, they just couldn't replace it 

I'm.. unreplaceable, I'm.. undisgraceble, I'm.. unmistakably 

The nicest that you'll ever see, Mega be heavily, cleverly 

Indeed, I can't stop, won't stop, won't ever stop 

When Mega drops get his shit, and go on 

I flow on, like a proton, missile, my shits official 

So what the fuck you niggas wanna do? 

I could go on for days, or flow afraid, shoot 

It's just poetry, niggas know its me 

Home after three, niggas sucking me, like Bon Appetite 

Niggas ducking like its homes after me, uh 

So call friends who have no cash for me, uh 

Fuck y'all niggas, y'all all ass to me 

If Mobb Deep was here, I would pass to P, and 

Talk about me, is pure blasphemy 

I leave the alligators to the players, and 

I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor, and 

You under pressure, like you see my nigga Jada 

Yo, I'm outta here nigga, catch y'all niggas later, I'm out (what) 

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