background: "For the rest of my life"    Intro:  Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living  youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on  the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do this shit from the heart  man.    Verse 1:  Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers overachievers  O.G.s and young thugs wanna hold heaters  One love real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga  I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers  Figure me out my duns pillin' Infinities out  I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out  If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone   Pocket Biggie rule forever don't get it confused, never  My testamony will be death to a phoney MC  You wanna impress me show me a key  Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test   Put your coke in the water solidify the rest yeah  Never question this poetry I'm manifestin' this   Graffitti scriptured my mind paints an easy picture   Analyse every line my scene will vandalise  Mega Montana handle mine yo at night I use to fantasize  Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the plan alive  I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the shit straight    Cormega talking:  Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw dope you know? Bag this up  ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' son? You pump this on your block  this is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have 'em  make distribution of this, word.    Verse 2:  Yo I need stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends   It's mad trife I seen enditments trap my team  Yo deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me  Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me  Thug status yo son I'm above average  When it's time for you to die does love matter?  You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on scale  Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like niggas who chop grams  See when I eat my niggas eat  See you wouldn't understand I'm too real for you   What you dream I live and breath which means  Don't make me have to kill you play the game   See real niggas stay the same  Y'all niggas scarred to play our change   Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came  Shit is real yeah my words sound forbidden still   I write lines for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill  I represent excellence my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit  So never questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it  Graffitti filled testament    Cormega talking:  Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the money green on your side the money  green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean? That's my  testament. That's what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm out