Poetry

Intro: Black Ice
Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn't like you man
So get off they d*ck please man
This is Ice and Cormega man
Comin' for you, f*gg*t!!

Verse 1: Cormega
A nigg* named Nas think he live like me
Now its on 'till he R.I.P, the odds might be
Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a b*tch
Pardon me Nas, I think you suck d*ck
Whens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kids
Speak to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a greedy pig
Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em live
Nore got Capone comfortable
All ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with you
fk a w*lly Esco outfit, nigg*, I'm about chips
Look at my crew we all got whips

Verse 2
Nasty Nas all ya life you praised me
Your daughter might be Jay Z's
Illmatic was real cause you was tryin' to portray me
Matter of fact, time for Sony to pay me
For "Life's a b*tch, God forbid the b*tch divorce me"
"Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me
I shoulda kept the rhymes for me
fk it now the whole world know
Who coward as* Nas tryin to be
You was broke, Killa was buyin' ya weed
Ya Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the street
You shoulda kept it real wit Nature
Steve Stoute taught you how to deal wit paper
Kings lose crowns, and kingdoms fall
When ya queen moves foul, obviously she's
Jay Z's boo now, what should he do now?

Verse 3
Off the throne when the fours get blown
Lake can't save you, Lord is just fold
Big's last words was "You lost it homes"
You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yo
When he got shot, you was too soft to roll
Talkin' 'bout you a brave Pac
Nah you a fake Pac
I get down and take blocks
You bend down and take c*ck
Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it?
My 'll find you drippin
You give ya nothing, the diamonds, the girls
I got shot ain't no denying I did
But I was sendin' fire at
What the fk you talkin' 'bout b*tch!!
Poetry

Verse 4
Check it, I had One Love for , those days are over
Halftime expired, the game is over
It ain't hard to tell, you pay , not to rob you
Life's A b*tch and so are you
I Am, a nightmare to Street Dreams
My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak team
Take a trip down Memory Lane
had ya ride in flames
You didn't represent nigg* you cried in pain
If the world is yours nigg* why you hide ya chain?
If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there
My , respected, yours is labeled cowards
If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power
You better watch them , thats close to you
Or I'ma pop them
If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigg*
It Was Written, you think you a thug
You rule the world, I'ma take it in blood
You a Suspect nigg* wit a live rap
I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are wack
One time for the mind, I'ma make you bow
And I'll prove who's the illest, so Hate Me Now