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Cormega

Mega`s On His Own

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featuring Carl Thomas

[Cormega]
Yo yo
What what
Wanna bounce?
Come on come on
What what
Bounce bounce
Check it out y`all

Yo you see the Benz I`m in with BBS rims
Playing Lil` Kim`s part off The Benjamins
I ain`t a player I just wear Tims
No need for gators my feet can`t swim
I`m in Reno Nevada sippin` a pena colada
How many niggas can see Montanna?
This movie`s killin` and budgin`
Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
Compared to us, niggas ain`t nuttin`
It`s funny how niggas get paid for frontin`
Glorifying crimes, and they ain`t done `em
My rhymes`ll split `em like pimpin`, Dom P sippin`
I`m not a baller, haven`t even lived it
Women callin`, since my days in the crib crawlin`
I plan to live enormous
I live nike dunks, icey chunks
A fly wifey I can trust
Not that she gon` wanna hesit me for re-up
I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me
I say this politely, tell it to a friend
Hard from the start, get money to the end
What up with Cormega? Did you see him?
Leanin` in the BM with the rim`s gleamin`

[Chorus - Carl Thomas]
Mega gonna hold his own
He always knew he could do it alone
And when he rhymes
Everybody`s gonna know

[Cormega]
Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks
And any rappin` nigga that thinks he`s as nice as this
See me chillin` in clubs with women and thugs
Whoever wanna test this, we fill `em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin`, rhymes usually sickenin`
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
Pimps, I bust `em, niggas, don`t trust `em
Snitches, don`t want `em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin` mo` by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right, techs spit nice
I know where you read my man was jessying your wife
I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill
That I possess niggas, for real
I`m the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal
Due to magazines, there`s no equal
No sequel to my flow evil, deletin` your people
We through seein` time, you`re see-through
Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers
Roll wit` overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
Where you at dime-peices, fly features?
Lookin` so right my man is dying to meet ya
I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers
But I`m a keep it real, I ain`t cheap
Check it out

[Chorus]

[Cormega]
Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys
Walk around me tryin` to play stuck-up
See me in a ride and wanna say "what`s up?"
I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck"
I don`t start beef, I finish it
My enemies hearts diminishin`
Before a rapper had dough, you didn`t
You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
Now you jealous of Jigga
You like a breast implant, fake on the inside
You nice, let`s battle for dough Mr. Big-Time
On Hot 97, or live at Envy`s
I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g`s
Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath
Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team
And I`m a show you who the illest
`Cause everybody know who the realest
Now feel it

[Chorus]

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