Letra de Get Out Of My Way - Cormega
Letra de canci�n de Get Out Of My Way de Cormega lyrics
[Verse 1]
Even though mad niggas hate it
I remain the most anticipated
those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds
and salute the realness, �cause mad niggas fake it
when I peel hit the floor
I conceal bricks so raw
I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen
I saw and conquered
when it�s on and poppin� my Dogs are barkin�
to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico
some suggest they�re equal
lyrically I�m like a Desert Eagle
mentally I measure Kilos
physically I�m compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
the crowned Prince
my underground shit you don�t fuck around wit�
I move pies and fire loud shit
I�m in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
pump that Mobb Deep
that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn�t involve me
I�m sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated
last rapper to test me I humiliated
and for your information the jewels ain�t rented from Jacob
when I move I leave a dent in the pavement
my name ring in jail and not for givin� no statement
that type of foulness consider it flagrant
O.T., give me a brick and see I�m gifted as Masons
I�m the realness, you spittin� that fake shit
life�s a bitch, I�ma take her on an expensive vacation
if it�s on I�m the Reaper with the glistenin� bracelet
sleepers awakened
screamin� like they seen Satan
word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love
a fake thug couldn�t sell a rock on the block I was raised on
huh?!
Chorus:
Get out my way, gimmie mine or I�ma take whats yours
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/get-out-of-my-way-cormega.php
make love war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
wit� the heat pickin� weight up raw
Get out my way, stop screamin� what set you rep if you don�t come around
the way no more
Get out my way, who want what, say no more
Matter fact that chain off Dog.
[Verse 2]
I gave niggas enough time - to front
I�m a beast on the street like crushed white
you can�t be me, close your eyes, you can�t see me
I�m the phantom in your concience
the shadow in the darkness
savage when I write, I�m heartless
I�m iller than you, realer than you
still with more Killers than you
it�s mandatory, I�m self explanatory
don�t front on me, you didn�t have cash before me
I�m the essence
you don�t gotta like it, respect it
like the ice on my necklace
and the fact I�m supplyin� connections
if you rhyme ill I�m the sickness that caused it, you thought you�d
assume my position
I be hustlin�, bubblin�, gettin� money
causin� blind rage with the Twenties
y�all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence
we out before the Narcs get on us
my life wasn�t written, yours was, you livin� a lie
I�m dealin� wit� pies, all feelings aside
my enemies kneel when I rise
the realness in my eyes
from blood, sweat, and tears I cried
I got friends who died before they got to see me shine
how dare you compare your weak CD to mine
or think you could see me with rhymes
easily I�m, nicer than you and all your peoples combined.
Chorus
Even though mad niggas hate it
I remain the most anticipated
those glad a nigga made it bast your Nickel-plateds
and salute the realness, �cause mad niggas fake it
when I peel hit the floor
I conceal bricks so raw
I got the sickest Six-Four you ever seen
I saw and conquered
when it�s on and poppin� my Dogs are barkin�
to eat food, my enemies feel heat like Purico
some suggest they�re equal
lyrically I�m like a Desert Eagle
mentally I measure Kilos
physically I�m compared to Tito Trinidad, both hands are lethal
the crowned Prince
my underground shit you don�t fuck around wit�
I move pies and fire loud shit
I�m in the tunnel with the crowd nigga fuck V.I.P
where Brooklyn go crazy when you bump B.I.G. and Queens feel it when you
pump that Mobb Deep
that Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn�t involve me
I�m sorry, legal hustle, Infamous affiliated
last rapper to test me I humiliated
and for your information the jewels ain�t rented from Jacob
when I move I leave a dent in the pavement
my name ring in jail and not for givin� no statement
that type of foulness consider it flagrant
O.T., give me a brick and see I�m gifted as Masons
I�m the realness, you spittin� that fake shit
life�s a bitch, I�ma take her on an expensive vacation
if it�s on I�m the Reaper with the glistenin� bracelet
sleepers awakened
screamin� like they seen Satan
word to Christ I need paper, keep the fake love
a fake thug couldn�t sell a rock on the block I was raised on
huh?!
Chorus:
Get out my way, gimmie mine or I�ma take whats yours
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/get-out-of-my-way-cormega.php
make love war, spray up doors
Get out my way, you industry, we in the street
wit� the heat pickin� weight up raw
Get out my way, stop screamin� what set you rep if you don�t come around
the way no more
Get out my way, who want what, say no more
Matter fact that chain off Dog.
[Verse 2]
I gave niggas enough time - to front
I�m a beast on the street like crushed white
you can�t be me, close your eyes, you can�t see me
I�m the phantom in your concience
the shadow in the darkness
savage when I write, I�m heartless
I�m iller than you, realer than you
still with more Killers than you
it�s mandatory, I�m self explanatory
don�t front on me, you didn�t have cash before me
I�m the essence
you don�t gotta like it, respect it
like the ice on my necklace
and the fact I�m supplyin� connections
if you rhyme ill I�m the sickness that caused it, you thought you�d
assume my position
I be hustlin�, bubblin�, gettin� money
causin� blind rage with the Twenties
y�all niggas is funny like Martin Lawrence
we out before the Narcs get on us
my life wasn�t written, yours was, you livin� a lie
I�m dealin� wit� pies, all feelings aside
my enemies kneel when I rise
the realness in my eyes
from blood, sweat, and tears I cried
I got friends who died before they got to see me shine
how dare you compare your weak CD to mine
or think you could see me with rhymes
easily I�m, nicer than you and all your peoples combined.
Chorus
