Cormega - Hold His Own Lyrics
[Cormega]Yo, yoWhat, whatWanna bounce?Come on, come onWhat, whatBounce, bounceCheck it out y'allYo, you see the Benz I'm in, with BBS rimsPlaying Lil' Kim's part off The BenjaminsI ain't a player, I just wear TimsNo need for gators, my feet can't swimI'm in Reno, Nevada, sippin' a pena coladaHow many niggas can see Montanna?This movie's killin' and budgin'Women love me in polo jeans and rugbysYou can hate it or love it, imiatate it or dub itCompared to us, niggas ain't nuttin'It's funny how niggas get paid for frontin'Glorifying crimes, and they ain't done 'emMy rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'I'm not a baller, haven't even lived itWomen callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'I plan to live enormousI live nike dunks, icey chunksA fly wifey I can trustNot that she gon' wanna hesit me for re-upI might be, Iron Mike if you try to entice meI say this politely, tell it to a friendHard from the start, get money to the endWhat up with Cormega? Did you see him?Leanin' in the BM with the rim's gleamin'[Chorus - Carl Thomas]Mega gonna hold his ownHe always knew he could do it aloneAnd when he rhymesEverybody's gonna know[Cormega]Yo, I write rhymes for the flyest whips, finest chicksAnd any rappin' nigga that thinks he's as nice as thisSee me chillin' in clubs with women and thugsWhoever wanna test this, we fill 'em with slugsMy jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?Pimps, I bust 'em, niggas, don't trust 'emSnitches, don't want 'em in my shitWe in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundleYou know when we come through, get it rightBut dead? right, techs spit niceI know where you read my man was jessying your wifeI suggest you chill unless you ill enough to test the skillThat I possess niggas, for realI'm the last of the mohecans, rhyme ill flow lethalDue to magazines, there's no equalNo sequel to my flow evil, deletin' your peopleWe through seein' time, you're see-throughNas off the meter, rhyme for the BeamersRoll wit' overacheivers, my people, my people from madenasWhere you at dime-peices, fly features?Lookin' so right my man is dying to meet yaI know your baby dad just buying you sneakersBut I'm a keep it real, I ain't cheapCheck it out[Chorus][Cormega]Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommysWalk around me tryin' to play stuck-upSee 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 itMy enemies hearts diminishin'Before a rapper had dough, you didn'tYou a pathetic nigga, first it was Biggie and PacNow you jealous of JiggaYou like a breast implant, fake on the insideYou nice, let's battle for dough Mr. Big-TimeOn Hot 97, or live at Envy'sI can ass-bend you and still leave with 10 g'sToo real for you, what you dream I live and breathWhoever wanna intervene, come on, get your teamAnd I'm a show you who the illest'Cause everybody know who the realestNow feel it[Chorus]
