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Unforgiven
5,284
Hip-Hop/Rap
Unforgiven was released on July 24, 2001 by Aura as a part of the album The Realness
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Release DateJuly 24, 2001
LabelAura
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cormega
Cormega
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. McKay
C. McKay
Songwriter
J. Stewart
J. Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spank Brother
Spank Brother
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
I'm contemplatin', my soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
**** ain't even as smart as Daja
And think they're rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat
I don't even take you serious, I think you envious
I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
And come through the hood in ill whips
The realness, who you think you deal with?
I don't fear shit ****, fuck around and get hit up
Your blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
Your moms seen the coffin and fainted
You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted
If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
My infared beam is on ya head
My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it
I measure keys, you small time, barely felony
Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me
Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket
Stop dreamin', life's a bitch I'm not leavin'
I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'
My **** Biggie must have prophesied
When he said somebody gotta die
My **** Pac must have felt deception
When he asked, **** "Do you wanna ride or die?"
Y'all **** better duck when you fuck with me
Trust is a luxury, I can't afford it, so I prepare for war
I smear the war with two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
I turned kids to orphans and live with caution
You can't match the status, in a jag with ten crack commandments
Blazin', fake **** can't stand it
I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average
Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass
I surpass Niño, blast like Callito, die slow
The fast life is evil, I'm designed to blow
Like a **** who need time on the phone, you get it?
Forget it son, I'm in a zone, I'm a live ****
When I decide **** must die, kiss your loved ones goodbye ****
It's fucked up, but it's justified I got cliques
That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
I get money, sit on bricks and 20s (uh)
**** ain't takin' shit from me
Written by: C. McKay, J. Stewart
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