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(Yo Son, this person's all on your s**t)
Nah what's this?
(nigg* Nas tried to commit, yeah word em up)
Not that nigg*, not that nigg* that nigg*'s too pretty
(You gotta do somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, word up)
Take that nigg* 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 keep askin
The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in
Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it
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 f*gg*t in love with reefer?
My Far Rock' would love to meet ya
"Life's a b*tch" but s**t gets deeper, fk gold chains and sneakers
I had dat, when cocaine was cheaper
Yo, who this fake nigg* 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
jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake as* thug, you need respect
or be another nigg* that my fkin 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 f*gg*t as* 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 sn*tched
Took the s**t, 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 s**t
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 c*ck twice
Runnin with the pretty boys, girls 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"
nigg* 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 fkin 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 scared to death of me
Yeah your man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee
Murder any nigg* in sight, any day or night
You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's white
Lampin on the Hill, that nigg* Nature thought he ill
I fked his as* up like I'm Holyfield
The Real Deal, Montana, drama for short
Of course, yeah, the fking boss
Yeah, that nigg* 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 motherfkin Mega
You know I'm the baddest you fkin f*gg*t
I'll fk you up
That's why my man took your fkin gold chain
and now he's wearin your s**t in the projects, you're a fkin b*tch
Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to
get a fkin fireproof fkin van that's how you come through
the projects or 'll burn your s**t down
Them is idiots, yo
Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin a pink as* suit
What the fk kind of dreams you workin with, man?
Last crack y'all sold was y'all ass!
You fk with me, you're fkin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all ain't ready for fking war
Y'all ain't ready for the motherfkin, the gun battles
or the beatings on sight man
don't fk with me man, I got no more to say man
trick as* bay-atches!