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featuring Cormega
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[Cormega]
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What up son? It's Mega
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Tony Touch what da deal dun dun
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Yo yo yo yo yo
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When I die remember me for fly jewels nines and Hennesy
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Tropical weed Rovers Beamers Infiniti's
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Dun I'ma drop it consider me a ghetto prophet (why?)
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I could write trife or recite a mellow topic (true)
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In the streets I had to maintain self
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Son I packed enough heat to make thermometers melt
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The trife life, I seen a lot of faces I hated
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I exist in a cypher where drug dealers are livin it
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More niggas are prisoned nowadays, we livin fouler ways
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The whole hood is in a marijuana daze
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I know the power of a dollar saved
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Son I'm young, but I'm out for the cash the old-timers crave
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Back in the day dope king, sweeter than Alize
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Now it take forever and a day
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I used to measure grams, but now I got better plans
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Drivin a fuckin Navigator in the desert sands
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I never ran and never will, get outta hand and Mega will
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Send a missle at your chest and mad red'll spill
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Cuz I'm exalted from words spoke and courtships
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Seen some other bigger drug dealer blowin fortunes
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In back rooms, niggas be sniffin like vaccuums
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Reminesce to '88, the year crack ruled
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They had Night Delta Forces pumpin clear capsules
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Five for forty, had fiends like "I only rob for shorty"
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My story real than yours, imaginated, fabricated
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I'm Mega Montana, drama and retaliation, what nigga what?
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BIOTCH! Ha ha ha
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Cormega Freestyle
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| Tony Touch |
