[Verse 1: Cormega]
In it to win it like fat cats lieutenant
Stay flexing a Lex' for great Tes'
For latex partly, check it
Official cribs, fellas never get 'trayed
Family stay connected
My mugshot, hated by thugs get the ruckus
No, I'm not the type to strike deals or peso
You knock my spot, I caught a yacht to Barbados
My real niggas lay low and move when I say so
Equalize, supply for diamonds and yayo
My cats smoke pedal flodded my coke with lactose
I was just silent with the hollow head macro
And modern Mega shine forever piped out for me
Crown a leather crime cartel, rhymes combined together
I got boosters with calugha and wide weather
Because she said we never see us split time together
I'm Mega, terror; similar to Wolverine
Tracks of ass and they burn like Edgar mixtape
Get away with brain flame
Torture on mics I get busy like Spat Nitty the enforcer
Bring the noise to yourself a fucking favor
Tell the cops that I'm a baby-face alligator
You push up and you get head ups like it's a set up
Fox and Mega got niggas under mad pressure
You know what I'm saying, baby girl?
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
It's how we do Mega, me and you, niggas dead-off
Shine like Baby U, first ones to set off
Official, baby girl wave the pistol; dismiss you
Baby-faced up, Familia, how we do?
"If I Ruled the World", it was Mega and me, push the Bentley
Definitely holding his throne, wasn't "Illmatic" till you came home
Dun-dun, you straight bitch, you gon' run-run until your sons come
I fucks with only re-al, separate the "Ill" from the straight markers
Mega, let's make moves kinda heartless
Crash niggas' stock markets
"Punana", a straight target
Type frail, mad cock-eyed
Fragilé, ain't hard to tell
Love is love and um, mysteriously, it seems like you switching both sides
Me and Cor' still on the shine
Try ya' cop style and now you "Ya Ya"
Got niggas shooked, since they came to my side in Brooklyn
With a nine 'matic get straight shied
Don't get it crooking, Bonnie and Clyde, "Do or Die", bleed together
Family for life, Firm style; grieve together
Centerfolds, dangerous minds to make it gold
Familia, "It Was Written", but never told
[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Uh
Shall it continue
Foxy, Cormega
Firm style, offi-cial, sipping Cris-tial
Wha' wha' wha', uh
Check it, it's like this
We know we family
We eat together
On some bull', babe
Bring it on, uh
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