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Corinne Bailey Rae - Who Can I Trust? lyrics
[Cormega]
 Yo, I write rhymes, for niggas at night time
 Consider your life mine
 Whether you pumpin 5 packs or 5 dimes
 My time I'm livin' it, my persona eminent
 Real niggas don't keep beef we finish it
 No retreat, no surrenderin
 No rockin me to sleep
 I keep the heat up in my premises
 A whole different level of rhyme several of my
 Competitors try comin better than mine
 Verbally I'm way ahead of my time, Mega
 Immortalized through words
 Son I'm livin off the time you served
 Stay focused, keep a eye open for straight vultures
 Everybody gotta go, everydays a day closer
 I'm soakin in my sofa, Reminiscin Tony coked up
 Life is fucked up, even when you blow up
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 Lil Wayne: Who can ya trust?
 Mega: Only a few and my nine will bust
 Lil Wayne: What do you lust?
 Mega: The money and the power nigga
 Lil Wayne: Who you respect?
 Mega: All my niggas that's no longer with us
 And all the drug king pins who showed us how ta get up
 [Cormega]
 Who's the nicest nigga spittin a trife shit
 Ghetto drama, Sagas for niggas with enditements, flippin white shitCorinne Bailey Rae - Who Can I Trust? - http://motolyrics.com/corinne-bailey-rae/who-can-i-trust-lyrics.html
 Screamin fuck the feds
 Squeezing ya heat at police till your cuffed to your hospital bed
 Thug general, write rhymes for criminals to listen to
 If you aint real, my shit aint even meant for you
 My pen stain the paper like blood
 My mind is like a nine and my rhyme is like a slug
 Before I snitch like a bitch, I'd rather die like a thug
 If they arraign me for bangin I throw my sign up at the judge, I'm almighty
 Defy me, feel the 44 beside me
 Red light to guide me to your vital point
 With my heat I anoint you a second from death
 My only regret, is that I emptied out my whole clip in your soul BIATCH
[Chorus]
 [Cormega]
 To my thugs, it's unconditional love I'm givin you
 I've been out the motha fuckin system too
 Hunger pains when I was younger made me ready 2 face
 Consequences of life the streets fed me
 Ready rock chop the pumped I bought my high top dunks
 And crack fiends only a baby nah, hold up
 The sense of shit I just made up in the rhyme this is the realness
 In a reflection of a sinner I spit
 Yo feel this, my name alone had me maintainin a phone
 On a come through not to mention the banger I hold
 Aint nothing new why would I front for you
 I'm a felony offender, you showin your jealousy nigga
[Chorus]









