The Rap Game Cormega (Ft. Little Brother)

[Rapper Big Pooh - Intro]
Yeah...
Little Brother, uh..
Khyrsis on the boards with the HEAT!
Ah! ' Mega..
Yo..

They wanna know who it is, it's I who doin it
Rapper bring it iller than most, no brag, no boast - I tell it like it is
Been across the globe, couple records sold
Couple hoes lost control, I ain't tryna have kids
Tryna have biz - import, export
UPS-out sort, minority on 'scort
Loyal on the team, got my people's L back
My brother Ronnie back, tryna keep him out of court!
Keep him out of sorts with the same drug hustle
Eight years later, we facin a new struggle
Bet it all, black, tryna see my money double
Spun it to the red, now I know we all in trouble
Rap Game/Crack Game both startin to bubble
Both startin to hustle, stack our chips
I thought I went straight when we first started out
But now I'm lookin back, neither one is legit, sheeit!

[Phonte]
Yeah...uh..
Niggas sayin Phonte's the embodiment
Of hip-hop, so when my shit drop
Just cop any verse and watch him body it
Leave your team stonefaced like monuments
Cross-country - sheeit! I'm cross-continents
Take a trip where we get that dough
Niggas lookin at me like, "Is that so?"
But we flip that dough and dip like condiments
Cheap nigga, but I still stay confident
Hell, I'm only payin taxes and compliments
While all of y'all watch me, there's been a murder
Y'all should call for the autopsy - or
Call the law, somebody should stop me
Killin each track is the shit I'm on
QB to NC is how we get it on
LB and 'Mega real rap Renaissance - check it out