Crime Connection

Cormega

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    Stupid...can't fuck 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
    Fuck 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 motherfucking 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
    fuck
    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
    Fuckin up my high, beefin don't get me started
    Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck 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 fuck 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

    [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 fuckin 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

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