Montana Diary Lyrics

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 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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