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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]

[Featuring Professor X]
Let me ask this question real quick umm as far as the Smif N Wessun
And the name change and everything like that; now how did that come
About? How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like
That?
That was jealousy man. That’s all that is man. (Jealousy man)
Jealousy and ignorance man.
Yeah
Niggaz got me stressed man
Oh just burn a spliff don’t worry about that
[Professor X]
In my pink Cadi, I have a ?????
Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the ‘hood
I make ‘em snap it, test it
My choice of weapon
That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm
Try
Sue me for the namesake
Yo, who’s pimpin’
Yo, who’s pimpin’
I woke up in the morning, what did I see
Unknown faces starin’ down at me
First off with the flee
As fear overpowered me
Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can’t breathe
Niggaz askin’ me who’s Smif and who’s Wessun
We got you now we’re lookin’ for your partner ’cause you’re messin’
With the incomin’ currency
And frankly we don’t give a fuck about your privacy
We been watchin’ you for a while now
We know about the calls made back and forth down south
Word of mouth
You had your peoples workin’ out
But I doubt you had ‘em lookin’ out
‘Cause we can pick ‘em out
Now we got ‘em listed on our internet systems
Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang
You got big dreams comin’ ’round tryin’ to change things
Let me say
Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to
Mention
Well, tell them that we no ‘fraid
We don’t have a big gate
From every corner, angle, and section
??????????????????not quite far
I see ‘99 in crystal ball
Them city-order ducks softly walk

I got suppenoed by the government the other day
I opened it and read it
It said they was suin’
Said I couldn’t move the way that I was movin’
And I couldn’t do the things that I was doin’
Causin’ mass confusion with the name that we was usin’
Said they gun sales was conflictin’ with our music
Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it
The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain’t that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life
Probably heard his junior singin’ Mr. Ripper’s in Your Area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I’m nearin you
I’m hearin’ ya
Askin’ yo seed, who was me
At the same time you break my classic CD
Run it to the phone callin’ up ?????
I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers
They even got my local boys sayin’ that stuff
I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush
I gotta letter from the corporate the other day
I open and read it
They said they was suin’
Somethin’ about we was causin’ confusion
Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin’
Had our associates nervous
Soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin’ real shady tryin’ to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break somethin’
I’m chillin’ and stayed pumpin’
Say somethin’
I tell you why the frame won’t even think nothin’
Hell fell
Oh, well
I yell
Swear
We gonna send ‘em all to hell (X2)
[Professor X]
So you’re hesitant
Where a brother quest to represent
I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Contract
Yeah, umm
So where’s your first world war
Now presently on tour
Hardcore
Come on knockin’ at your door
Your revolver took down many of ’90’s lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa

I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started

Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody’s waitin’ for me to arrive
Sendin’ out the message to all of my friends
We’ll be lookin’ flashy in my Mercedes Benz
I got lotsa style, got my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started

Pumpin up the volume, breakin down’ to the beat
Cruisin’ through the west side
We’ll be checkin’ the scene

Boulevard is freakin’ as I’m comin’ up fast
I’ll be burnin’ rubber, you’ll be kissin’ my a**
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar

I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
I’m comin’ up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started