Fuck Nas And Nature Lyrics

Fuck Nas And Nature lyrics

(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 rappin
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 be Gotti be re-essence, 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 Reaper?
My four-eyed 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 rookies 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
Nature you fake ass, try to be down,
shot your stank ass
Ice Cream Man took the shit, your little brother tape
back
Now you against the Mega star, pump a hundred stacks
in a Lex, LS,
doin no Escobar's
When they crew speak, heard my team burn the
wonder
Five stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm
The Mobb exclusive, check the
nuclear on the nak-ed
Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the
writer bent
Hover from night to light, now push the tighter 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
Hit me on the timin you can find me
where the coke is
I'm a nightmare, the street demon
Tell your whole crew
with twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin
Prepared, never scared, ones to
bolster the flag
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
And you man,
acting 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
This the Real Deal, my time is drama for thought
Of course,
yeah, the fucking boss
Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my
spot
Took one punch to the face, and dead 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
I
brought my man for your fuckin gold teeth
You be wearin your shit in the
projects, you're a fucking 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?
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!