Lyric Mega s On His Own
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]
[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]
