Текст, перевод и аккорды “Montana Diary”
- [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 is over Black you fucked up, you never should of stepped up My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, tough luck Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no longer is you grimey Motherfucker, fear paper I burn your insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster? Pray to gods, the way ya odds, cuz only he could save ya Motherfuckers, it's.. [Chorus 2X: Cormega] The Montana shit, the money and the power shit Real recognize real, dough, I need alot of it My name, you honor it, niggaz analyze with me Need to take a look inside the Montana diary [Cormega] Yo, I walk among men that wanna be me, love that 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, fuck explanations, son, I need the safe combinations Surrounded by snipers in a major operation Authorities acknowledge me, kingpin, replace ya week men Layin', sneakin', 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 an uzi with a pearl finish I live it, my life a pure corruption, rememeber these last words I ain't the one to fuck with, aiyo, I live.. [Chorus 2X] [Cormega] You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best The crime emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister I pack an automatic, of course, to uphold my status Cuz money bring power, and power bring madness And it, got a nigga mind, into bigger crime I appear to my, 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 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 My life's so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it My innervision of better living inspired me To write the saga called the Montana Diary Bring it back, son [Chorus 2X]
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