Cormega - The Machine lyrics

rate me

(feat. Dona , Miz)

[Dona]

Yo, honest living gets no respect

Get money on the streets, niggaz show your love

Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing

I'm doing my thing, together we bring

That hard street shit, niggaz been waiting weeks to get

Best of both words, Chinese and Sunnydale

Lobster and crystal, the nigga fuck with me

Cuz I keep its real, and I'm from the Ville

XXL wanna put me on the cover, enemies

Undercover, wanna take a nigga under

Fuck these niggaz talkin' bout how they discovered

Mad at ya girl, cuz I ain't fuck ya

Powder blue prada's, Dona, the don dada

It get's not hotter, top shotters

Blocka, I got this whole game in a smash

You couldn't do a song with me, cuz all your shit is trash

[Miz]

Look at me now, Mega, I'm trynna ice the crown

Blow shots at your crew, when ya'll actin' wild

The streets be us, and dog, you can't fuck with us

Real niggaz been shackled on the back of the bus

Been blowin' mad niggaz, for talkin' like they be tough

So please don't fuck with us, niggaz will scuff you up

Got the goon squad, postin' up in the rear

Ready to start something, pop about two in ya ear

You hear? Get it clear, never fuck with the man

Cuz if you, talk to the man, you'll be layin' in sand

You hear? Never scared, it's the block in here

106 and cardin', that's how we startin' this here

Rest in peace, Fly Ty, wish my nigga was here

Not in the mental, the physical, standin' right there

Talk to me ya'll, Legal Hustle that's how we do

What, ho..

[Cormega]

In the street I'm known, for heat I hold

My road dogs, Moe Dog and Bebo's home

Niggaz be fightin' over syrup, by my kilo sold

Now I'm a motherfuckin' Legal Hustle, C.E.O

I brought the pain, it hurt y'all to see me blow

Like the hurricane, you thought it was a game

Til the hummer came, you numb like, novacaine

Scuff like purple haze, nigga, know your place

I don't wanna blow your brains

Will leave dead or like something in a produce lane

There's no use mayne, you know you lame

Your re-up is weak, my peeps told you wait

You didn't like the Realness, you know you fake

My success got you vexed, that know you hate

The fact I'm eatin' like my peoples do in soul food plates

Uh, Don P, shit, we go through cases

And, we got lawyers, that blow through cases

I will walk through your projects with no shoe laces

And laugh at them niggaz with them broke school faces

What, you can't fuck with my team, the Legal Hustle regime

We the fucking machine, nigga, fuckin' with me

Get love in the street, cuz we was huggin' to eat

Now we chillin', pullin' up in them fleece