Montana Diary

Montana Diary Lyrics

[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(here) is over
Black you f**ked up, you never should of stepped(snuck) up
My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck
Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey
Motherf**kers fear(seein') paper
I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster(chaser)?
Pray to gods, the(n) way ya odds, 'cause only he could save ya
Motherf**kers, it's..

[Chorus 2X: Cormega]
The Montana sh*t, the money and the power sh*t
Real recognize real, dough, I need a lot of it
My name, you honor it, niggaz an*lyze with(an*lyzing) me
Need to take a look inside the Montana diary
[Cormega]
Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that(and) 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, f**k explanations, son, I need the safe combinations
Surrounded by snipers in a major operation
Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya(replacing) week(weak) men
Layin', sneakin'(Plans reaching) 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(meet) an uzi with a pearl finish
I live it, my life a(is) pure corruption, rememeber these last words
I ain't the one to f**k with, aiyo, I live..

[Chorus 2X]

[Cormega]
You f**k with me, you f**kin' with the best
The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister
I pack an automatic, of course(fours), to uphold my status
'cause money bring power, and power bring madness
And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime
I appear to my(epitomize gettin') 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(where's the) 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(ride is tinted)
My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it
My inner vision of better living inspired me
To write the saga called the Montana Diary
Bring it back, son

[Chorus 2X]

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