Deep Blue Sea movie - Mega's on His Own lyrics

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Song by Cormega f/ Carl Thomas<br /><br>

[Cormega]<br>

Yo yo<br>

What what<br>

Wanna bounce?<br>

Come on come on<br>

What what<br>

Bounce bounce<br>

Check it out y'all<br>

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Yo you see the Benz I'm in with BBS rims<br>

Playing Lil' Kim's part off The Benjamins<br>

I ain't a player I just wear Tims<br>

No need for gators my feet can't swim<br>

I'm in Reno Nevada sippin' a pena colada<br>

How many niggas can see Montanna?<br>

This movie's killin' and budgin'<br>

Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys<br>

You can hate it or love it, imitate it or dub it<br>

Compared to us, niggas ain't nuttin'<br>

It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin'<br>

Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'em<br>

My rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'<br>

I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it<br>

Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'<br>

I plan to live enormous<br>

I live nike dunks, icey chunks<br>

A fly wifey I can trust<br>

Not that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-up<br>

I might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice me<br>

I say this politely, tell it to a friend<br>

Hard from the start, get money to the end<br>

What up with Cormega? Did you see him?<br>

Leanin' in the BM with the rim's gleamin'<br>

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[Chorus - Carl Thomas]<br>

Mega gonna hold his own<br>

He always knew he could do it alone<br>

And when he rhymes<br>

Everybody's gonna know<br>

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[Cormega]<br>

Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicks<br>

And any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as this<br>

See me chillin' in clubs with women and thugs<br>

Whoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugs<br>

My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'<br>

Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?<br>

Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't trust 'em<br>

Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit<br>

We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle<br>

You know when we come through, get it right<br>

But dead? right, techs spit nice<br>

I know where you read my man was jessying your wife<br>

I suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skill<br>

That I possess niggas, for real<br>

I'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethal<br>

Due to magazines, there's no equal<br>

No sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your people<br>

We through seein' time, you're see-through<br>

Nas off the meter, rhyme for the Beamers<br>

Roll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenas<br>

Where you at dime-peices, fly features?<br>

Lookin' so right my man is dying to meet ya<br>

I know your baby dad just buying you sneakers<br>

But I'm a keep it real, I ain't cheap<br>

Check it out<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Cormega]<br>

Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys<br>

Walk around me tryin' to play stuck-up<br>

See me in a ride and wanna say "what's up?"<br>

I put my foot and the gas and tell they ass "tough luck"<br>

I don't start beef, I finish it<br>

My enemies hearts diminishin'<br>

Before a rapper had dough, you didn't<br>

You a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and Pac<br>

Now you jealous of Jigga<br>

You like a breast implant, fake on the inside<br>

You nice, let's battle for dough Mr. Big-Time<br>

On Hot 97, or live at Envy's<br>

I can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g's<br>

Too real for you, what you dream I live and breath<br>

Whoever wanna intervene, come on, get your team<br>

And I'm a show you who the illest<br>

'Cause everybody know who the realest<br>

Now feel it<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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