Extreme Wit 16 (12" VERSION)

[Cormega]

I'm extreme with 16's, God forgive me I'm nice

Like Rasheed Wallace, my street knowledge is source

When beef starting, niggas know my shit'll blow holes in

Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony

I paint a portrait, your picture ain't complete, you talk shit

I talk drugs, money and four fifths

I spit the real, niggas feel you got something to prove

Chill, I don't got nothing to lose, for real I crush you

Like a gram in the hand of a nigga who sniff coke

I conquer you, and be held responsible

Niggas call me Kasha, cause I fake my own death

And cause I ain't seen a, like I couldn't take yet

Nigga, I ain't meter, how I couldn't shake yet

Fuck the watch, did you see my bracelet

Niggas, talk ki's, but ain't seen an eighth yet, and

My coke is shit, you don't need a taste test

Bragging bout your vest, means you want your face wet

My lawyer so good, I beat him in a raiment, nigga

Fuck what you heard, this is what you hearing

I talk the real shit, niggas disappearing

Interfering with a nigga like me

Could get your black ass pushed to the white meat

I talk about 16 bars, of 16 scars to deal with

Either way you gonna feel it

When I spit the real shit, for niggas hustling, bubbling, struggling

Bitches with the big pussy, smuggling coke, motherfuckers is joke

What block you used to pump on? Umm..

I heavily dispute that, never seen you shoot back

Never seen you bring loot back

And niggas need to chill, that's word to Ill Will

y'all niggas ain't real, ya don't know the meaning

I'm to real, too ill, too strategic

I'm Doe or Die, better yet, Do or Die

Like Dutsy, Big L, and Suicide

Like G Fresh, Pac Man, and Tito, we know

My nigga J.S.P., rest in peace

You niggas ain't ill like me, you niggas ain't real like me

Fall apart, no heart, you ain't built like me, what the deal

I spray well, ask my nigga KL

I'm a far rock general, the mineral was cocaine I sell

I reign well, niggas know the deal

You might reign in hell fucking with me

I'm buggin' strictly, straight for the dome

That's the realist shit you ever heard

Straight off the dome, what

Niggas know my flow is unstoppable

Mega Montana is popping you, uh

Ice to B.I.B. channel high, madd fly

Freestyling, they say that nigga be whilin'

Ice to be and Edgmere, with my niggas on the daily

Bases, chillin, you just can't erase it

The villain, of The Firm, they just couldn't replace it

I'm.. unreplaceable, I'm.. undisgraceble, I'm.. unmistakably

The nicest that you'll ever see, Mega be heavily, cleverly

Indeed, I can't stop, won't stop, won't ever stop

When Mega drops get his shit, and go on

I flow on, like a proton, missile, my shits official

So what the fuck you niggas want to do?

I could go on for days, or flow afraid, shoot

It's just poetry, niggas know its me

Home after three, niggas sucking me, like Bon Appetite

Niggas ducking like its homes after me, uh

So call friends who have no cash for me, uh

Fuck y'all niggas, y'all all ass to me

If Mobb Deep was here, I would pass to P, and

Talk about me, is pure blasphemy

I leave the alligators to the players, and

I rhyme sharper then a Rikers Island razor, and

You under pressure, like you see my nigga Jada

Yo, I'm outta here nigga, catch y'all niggas later, I'm out (what)