"Pure, uncut..."    [Cormega]  Yo  Find the S, shine on my neck, nine in my Guess  A dime chasin my body (what) pourin wine on my chest  My brown eyes reflect the drama  The coke and marijuana -- flowin like Nile River  Controllin foul niggaz, hunnie want me to lay down wit her  I know her man from gettin money outta town wit him  I know a cobble sell new blocks, and baby ooh-wops  And got niggaz payin money on a few blocks  I don't pay him no mind, he don't apply to me  I try to be entirely smooth, in privacy yo  Streets bring it outta me, ghetto nights inspired me  Anxiety, burnin like, two slugs inside of me  A few thugs that mind me, some inspire me  To buy a Kia, drive a B-E-N-Z, and see the envy  When I rhyme I leave ya mind swelled like a nine shell  Niggaz on the block keepin up for dime sells    [Hook]  Yo, shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick  Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with  Sinister, the babyface crime emperor  Mega Montana, I'ma take mines and live it up  Shit is about to be real, I settle drama quick  Snipin niggaz, with the hand I write drama with  Sinister, the babyface crime emperor  Mega motherfuckin Montana, what?!    [Cormega]  Sippin Cham Don with my hands on, a thousand grand  Got chased by Hazard Fam, my Northface and Timberlands  Flooded with presidents (what) cops consider evidence  Undercover sales make jail a nigga resident  My little me be settin in for phone time  In Martnine, I hear he givin niggaz a hard time  Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine  are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time  I got dreams ya team never seen  Mega cream, whoever schemin dead soon as they see the red bean  I got heat, that's guaranteed to make ya head lean  My destiny is seein cornbread cream  Remember me? The exulted, fat cat of NYC  Drivin a Porsche to my fortress, and I be  Loungin in Cortex's and still rock fly Valor shit  Moment of silence to them niggaz that my paws hit    [Hook]    [Cormega]  I know rappaz hate me, cuz I live the rhyme I visualize  You not real, I see it in ya eyes  I'm spittin nines, where coke farm scales are digitized  This real shit I live and die, the Bridge I epitomize  The trife life, I rock jewels with ice  Verbally, I bruise mics  Mega shittin, Lex and Benzes chromed out  Gimme a pen and watch a nigga zone out  I can't believe the shit I spitted from my own mouth    [Hook]     "Pure, uncut..."   "Pure, uncut..."   "Pure, uncut..."