Take Mine Lyrics - Cormega

"Pure, uncut..." 

(Cormega) 

Yo 

Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess 

A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest 

My brown eyes reflect the drama 

The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River 

Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her 

I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him 

I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops 

And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks 

I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me 

I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo 

Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me 

Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me 

A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me 

To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy 

When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell 

Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells 

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(Hook) 

Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick 

Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with 

Sinister, the babyface crime emperor 

Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up 

Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick 

Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with 

Sinister, the babyface crime emperor 

Mega motherf**kin Montana, what?! 

(Cormega) 

Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand 

Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands 

Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence 

Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident 

My little me be settin in for phone time 

In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time 

Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine 

are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time 

I got dreams ya team never seen 

Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean 

I got heat, that's guaranteed to make ya head lean 

My destiny is seein cornbread cream 

Remember me? The exulted, fat cat of NYC 

Drivin a Porsche to my fortress, and I be 

Loungin in Cortex's and still rock fly Valor shit 

Moment of silence to them niggaz that my paws hit 

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(Hook) 

(Cormega) 

I know rappaz hate me, 'cause I live the rhyme I visualize 

You not real, I see it in ya eyes 

I'm spittin nines, where coke farm scales are digitized 

This real shit I live and die, the Bridge I epitomize 

The trife life, I rock jewels with ice 

Verbally, I bruise mics 

Mega shittin, Lex and Benzes chromed out 

Gimme a pen and watch a nigga zone out 

I can't believe the shit I spitted from my own mouth 

(Hook) 

"Pure, uncut..." 

"Pure, uncut..." 

"Pure, uncut..."