[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