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62 Pickup
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62 Pickup was released on February 22, 2005 by Cormega LLC as a part of the album Testament
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2005
LabelCormega LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cormega
Cormega
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cory McKay
Cory McKay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cormega
Cormega
Producer

Lyrics

Damn, man, they gotta let 'Mega, yo
Word, man, it's real in here, man
Order in the court
Cory McKay, before I pass sentence
Do you have anything you would like to say to the Queens County Court?
Yo, I live the life of '62 pick-ups
Pumpin' on corners, beat downs to stick-ups
Seein' events, of which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion, and all types of violence
Kids, livin' the life of ghetto heavens
Sellin' cracks, ready to attack with knives and MAC-11's
Havin' dreams of being big bosses
Driving porsches, by the time, they get rich, they corpses
Son, it's a shame, but in this game
The strong survive, either get live or get slain
'Cause in the ghetto, respect is mandatory
Drug wars ignitin', mad fightin' for territory
My ****, steppin' with automatic weapons
Stick up kids, with .357's
Yo, it's violence, I know old timers move silent
But nowadays, **** be wildin'
Drug dealers stylin', with five-series Beamers
It deep the way, sunny day, don't seem to reach us
Forty-five under the seat of a Lexus
Thugs rollin' with bulletproof hats and vestes
Earnin' ya props off big dime rocks
Your man shorty rock is on the block with a Glock
He just got knocked, now he's out on bail
For semi automatic, and a undercover sale
Trained mercenary, with a heart that's cold
Pushin' an Acura, at 17 years old
In the passenger seat, and he's smokin' a blunt
With some shine on, any live **** would want
Somebody runs up on him and you know what they want
Tellin' shorty, run the jewels and don't try to front
Shorty reaches for the nine, but before he could shoot
Blood scattered in the '92 Acura coupe
Another victim of modern day stick-ups
This is the life of '62 pick-ups
For the charge of robbery in the first degree
I sentence you to a minimum of five
And a maximum of fifteen years
The sentences shall be run in concurrent
They ain't got the gat right now, man
Yo, they better let my man out
Yo, what the fuck?
I don't care 'bout no judge, nobody
Written by: Cory McKay
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