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

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