[Cormega]
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Yo, yo
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What, what
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Wanna bounce?
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Come on, come on
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What, what
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Bounce, bounce
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Check it out y'all
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Yo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS rims
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Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins
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I ain't a player, I just wear Tims
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No need for gators, my feet can't swim
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I'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena colada
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How many niggas can see Montanna?
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This movie's killin' and budgin'
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Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys
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You can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub it
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Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin'
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It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin'
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Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em
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My rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
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I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it
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Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'
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I plan to live enormous
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I live nike dunks, icey chunks
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A fly wifey I can trust
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Not that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up
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I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me
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I say this politely, tell it to a friend
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Hard from the start, get money to the end
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What up with Cormega? Did you see him?
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Leanin' in the BM with the rim's gleamin'
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[Chorus - Carl Thomas]
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Mega gonna hold his own
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He always knew he could do it alone
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And when he rhymes
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Everybody's gonna know
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[Cormega]
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Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks
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And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as this
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See me chillin' in clubs with women and thugs
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Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs
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My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'
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Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
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Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em
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Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit
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We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle
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You know when we come through, get it right
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But dead? right, techs spit nice
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I know where you read my man was jessying your wife
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I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill
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That I possess niggas, for real
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I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal
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Due to magazines, there's no equal
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No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your people
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We through seein' time, you're see-through
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Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers
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Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas
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Where you at dime-peices, fly features?
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Lookin' so right my man is dying to meet ya
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I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers
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But I'm a keep it real, I ain't cheap
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Check it out
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[Chorus]
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[Cormega]
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Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys
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Walk around me tryin' to play stuck-up
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See me in a ride and wanna say "what's up?"
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I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck"
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I don't start beef, I finish it
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My enemies hearts diminishin'
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Before a rapper had dough, you didn't
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You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac
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Now you jealous of Jigga
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You like a breast implant, fake on the inside
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You nice, let's battle for dough Mr. Big-Time
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On Hot 97, or live at Envy's
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I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g's
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Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath
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Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team
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And I'm a show you who the illest
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'Cause everybody know who the realest
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Now feel it
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[Chorus]
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Hold His Own
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Cormega |