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(feat. Cormega) [Intro:] Yeah you kow what time it is A-yo Mega Montana drama is my cod of honor Fuck a vest I wear my coat of armor I'm a ghetto soldier throwin' hollows In God we trust through the knowledge as follows My Firm multiple dollars I know you wish I was still in prision feeling sorrow Plans for tomorrow expand convict in a condo Ninja black Lexus yo check this I'm from the Bridge son I rep it And shine like my gold necklas in a reflection of a sinner perfected And manifested in the essence Who ever test this either hard to kill or live a death wish I bless this shit nigga you hand to hand I'm plannin' my next flick Of Firm volume number on Flex shit Yeah nigga be runnin' up the spot with mad shit get knocked Go to court for razorblade in they asses son I live the life of trifeness Ghetto nights and razorblades slicing the wife's shit Metal type hood fellow for life takin' mines like Tyson My work fare with death and inditment old timers are lightin' I started writtin' and become the trifest Nigga in Queensbridge ended up on Rikors SongtexteSeems shit was real as steel guage My enemies think individuals a cat witht an ill fate Yeah son you know how we do. My man Funkmaster Flex yo volume 2. It's real like that y'all. Aus Songtexte Mania