Songtext Fuck nas and nature Cormega

Fuck nas and nature

(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 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

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