Montana Diary Lyrics - Cormega

(Cormega) 

Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my headsets 

So much beef, police suprised I ain't dead yet 

I keep mad heat, under my passenger seat, to master the beef 

It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm snatchin' ya peeps 

It's on, nigga, whoever get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt 

My soldiers, cold blooded, vultures 

Cold flooded, on streets, we control hundreds 

I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll blunted 

Ya man froze when I drove up, I symbolize death 

Like a cobra attack, your life fear is over 

Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped up 

My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck 

Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey 

Motherfucker, fear paper 

I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster? 

Pray to gods, the way ya odds, cuz only he could save ya 

Motherfuckers, it's. 

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(Chorus 2X: Cormega) 

The Montana shit, the money and the power shit 

Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it 

My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with me 

Need to take a look inside the Montana diary 

(Cormega) 

Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that wanna see me 

Mega Montana, drama, I love, bring it 

Never sleepin', I close my eyes and see my enemies 

With nines reachin', so I awaken 

Criminal thoughts, become premeditation 

Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe combinations 

Surrounded by snipers in a major operation 

Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya week men 

Layin', sneakin', on the strength of information leakin' 

My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' heat in a cop 

Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin' fast 

Yo, son, it only takes a second for my gun to blast 

Give me the world and everything in it 

My enemies need an uzi with a pearl finish 

I live it, my life a pure corruption, rememeber these last words 

I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live. 

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(Chorus 2X) 

(Cormega) 

You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best 

The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister 

I pack an automatic, of course, to uphold my status 

Cuz money bring power, and power bring madness 

And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime 

I appear to my, mad dough, and no prison time 

The money make a nigga sour like lemon-lime 

I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, with a nine 

It's Mega Montana, introducing 

Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme distribution 

And if there's a problem, I'ma find a solution 

My face in the mirror, shows the eyes of the ruthless 

Sky's the limit, rise the tenent 

My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it 

My innervision of better living inspired me 

To write the saga called the Montana Diary 

Bring it back, son 

(Chorus 2X) 

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