Greatness (feat. Raw Dizzy) Video (MV)

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Raw D.I!
L.Mont
4rm da Westbank to Mazant

I spit like I'm sick and congested
Im known and respected
Da throne just a seed, if ya home ain't protected
N niggas getting on wearing dresses, whats wrong with dat message?
U expect me not to question?
I was thrown in depression, But I'm born every second
Meaning I'm still breathing, My system won't accepted
Just give me a real reason, My pistol won't reject it
A milli is what I needed, Im scheming with perfection
Im been dreaming since a young'n
I steady praying for a blessin, but I looked da other way
When God aim at my direction
Got damn!
I learned a lesson, man I lost a lot of homies
I was there
I could've died, this is my testimony
Killas happy to see me N family stepping on me
But when da money good, can't do shit to get'em off me
To legit, I'm in da office
Filling out paper work, while u niggas stressin
Im da greatest, ain't ah question
Nigga

I appreciate ya Dizzy man
I appreciate cha for blessing us with ya presence

Death inspires hope, somebody phone da pope
Blood spills on holy ground, they shouldn't have hand dem ropes
Da warrior shed tears, when they abandon hope
Poppy Fields filled with love, u never drove ah boat
U committed suicide, but never wrote ah note
L.Mont sold u dope and u overdose
Ya homeboy broke break bread, now u owe ah loaf
U ordered beef, we gave u extra toast
U wanted smoke, we gave u gun smoke
They wanted murder, with no murder quotes
Destiny is driven by a man's decision
Its gets gangsta, pluck da feather's of a stool pigeon
Its gets Guile, gotta Sonic Boom
This ah classic like Warren Moon
Im a bastard cause my father missin
Free da goons, all lock in prisons
Free Tiny, gave back his sentence
F*ck da judge, he slammed da gravel on him
F*ck da beef, just put da blamma on'em
Keep shootin, til u jamming on'em
Deep down, in da jungle deep
Monkey see, Monkey do
Tha signified monkey feet
One monkey don't stop no show
Im Rakiming these tracks, where is Erick B, at?
Mice goto singing once they see a little Kieth Sweat
Da Glock speaks another language, who wanna chit-chat
I won't give da beat a break, this is not ah Kit-Kat
Im livin where da residents, say WHO DAT!, WHO DAT!
N dat can mean Get Da Gat, Get Da Gat
N dat can mean hit his hat, let it splatt
Da cops will come, like Where Dey At?, Where Dey At?
Da Triggerman, he bust it like dat ass clap
Ah bodybag, u know da yeah, with da yeah
Ya heard me? U see whats hatten?
Ain't no excepting my bad
Da ghost of Soulja Slim, above da rim
Da real got to tilt da brim
Emmet Till in da verse, don't make me make matters worst
Ah lyrical hearse, deaths motion in da verse