Ironic Cormega (Ft. Giggs & Havoc)

[Verse 1: Havoc]
Made a little paper now, ain't it ironic?
Said I wouldn't make it, never make it out the projects
But they still there now, ain't it ironic?
My pockets do calistethics my shit so bolic
Can't fit it in my wallet, I don't sniff narcotic
Natural high, y'all niggas can't cop it
Had a fucked up life, for the world, wouldn't swap it
One hell of a story, might as well make a profit
My brother died young, round the same time as Biggie
So this ain't nothing new my heart was cold from the giddy
While niggas in the mirror tryna get all pretty
I'm fighting with the bouncers, get my team in with me
Spent nights in the cold, sipping on gold
It's not what you deserve, get what your hand hold
Forever, y'all fold for violating the code
Bitch feeling horny, all she gotta do is blow

[Hook: Havoc]
That mother fucker and that motherfucker
I ain't nothing like 'em, I'm that motherfucker
You body bag who? I ain't that motherfucker
It's a war going on, take that, motherfucker
Catch a fade now, nigga, got the cannons, motherfucker
We can trade shots where you standing, motherfucker
Leave your boy stiff, tryna tell you, motherfuckers
When niggas get hit, they some telling motherfuckers