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Tony Touch - Cormega Freestyle lyrics
featuring Cormega
 [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 Tony Touch - Cormega Freestyle - http://motolyrics.com/tony-touch/cormega-freestyle-lyrics.html
 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








