Fuck Nas And Nature Lyrics - Cormega

(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 ja'causezi 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 

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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 

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 

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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!