Fuck Nas and Nature

Cormega

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    (Yo Son, this person's all on your shit)
    Nah what's this?
    (Nigga Nas tried to commit, yeah word em up)
    Not that nigga, not that nigga that nigga's too pretty
    (You gotta do somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, word up)
    Take that nigga to war
    Yo Nature, listen man

    In a jacuzzi flashin, splashin like a uzi BlASTIN
    Much love for thugs, God bless B.I., askin
    "Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggaz keep askin
    The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in
    Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it
    Niggaz talkin bout, how real they kept it on record
    Screamin out, Q.B.C. but don't rep it
    Am I my brothers keeper or a faggot in love with reefer?
    My Far Rock' niggaz would love to meet ya
    "Life's a Bitch" but shit gets deeper, fuck gold chains and sneakers
    I had dat, when cocaine was cheaper
    Yo, who this fake nigga soundin like me?
    You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand like me
    I'm loungin, you're like bookies on housin
    You see my team comin and your heart starts poundin
    You shook, getting paid off the book
    Niggaz jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
    You see the Lex, you fake ass thug, you need respect
    or be another nigga that my fuckin heater wet
    My poetry is manifest, the words be correct
    My empire rise, now my enemies are vexed
    Yo Nature you finished, yo Nas you next

    Yeah, clear my little man
    YouknowhatI'msayin, Nas
    It ain't nuttin personal, it's all business yaknahmsayin?
    You let your little faggot ass man come around me
    But my man got a few words he wanna say to you

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    Nature you fake cat, try to be down and got your chain snatched
    Took the shit, and your little brother's tape back
    Now you against the Mega star, puffin hundred stacks
    in a Lex, LS, chewing on Escobars
    but they too sweet, burn my teeth
    Firm don't want no beef, burn the wonder
    Five stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm
    The Mobb exclusive, check out the new kid on the next hit
    Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the writer bent
    Hover from night to light, now push the tightest shit
    The tighest click, we're airtight
    Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some to scare some the bear type
    but we rock mics and jams, like gats we cock twice
    Runnin with the pretty boys, bitches say that's not nice
    Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz
    And if you wanna sign me you can find me where the coke is

    I'm a nightmare to "Street Dreamin"
    Nigga your whole crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
    Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster Flex
    I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no special effects
    Yeah, bring the drama, I like the fuckin trauma
    A gladiator, rocking steel plated armor
    Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd better bring a referee
    My name is 'Mega, y'all niggaz scared to death of me
    Yeah your man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee
    Murder any nigga in sight, any day or night
    You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's white
    Lampin on the Hill, that nigga Nature thought he ill
    I fucked his ass up like I'm Holyfield
    The Real Deal, Montana, drama for short
    Of course, yeah, the fucking boss
    Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my spot
    Took one punch to the face, and just dropped

    It's over La, I don't even know why you even won't try to come at me
    This is Cor motherfuckin Mega
    You know I'm the baddest you fuckin faggot
    I'll fuck you up
    That's why my man took your fuckin gold chain
    and now he's wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fuckin bitch
    Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to
    get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van that's how you come through
    the projects or niggaz'll burn your shit down
    Them niggaz is idiots, yo
    Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin a pink ass suit
    What the fuck kind of dreams you niggaz workin with, man?
    Last crack y'all niggaz sold was y'all ass!
    You fuck with me, you're fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
    But y'all niggaz ain't ready for fucking war
    Y'all ain't ready for the motherfuckin, the gun battles
    or the beatings on sight man
    don't fuck with me man, I got no more to say man
    trick ass bay-atches!

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