Fuck Nas & Nature [feat. MIke Delorean]

(Yo Son, this person's all on your shit)

Nah what's this?

(Nigga Nature tried to pimp you, 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 blastin

Much love for thugs, God bless B.I., askin

"Whattup with Cormega?" Live niggas keep askin

The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in

Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it

Niggas 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' niggas 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, gettin paid off the book

Niggas jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook

You see the Lex, you fake-ass thug, give me 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 on me

But my man got a few words he wanna say to you

Yo son man

Nature your fake ass, tried 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, chewin on Escobars

But they too sweet, burn my teeth

Firm don't want no beef (yeah only three main people son)

Five stars, Q.B. to Desert Storm

Tomorrow's exclusive, check the new kid on the next hit

Find the illest kicks, play the strip, with the widest grip

Hover from night to light, now I push the tightest shit

The tighest click, we airtight

Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some are scared some the fair 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 want consignment you can find me where the coke is

I'm a nightmare to "Street Dreamin" (uh-huh)

Nigga your whole crew is twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin

Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster Flex (for real)

I'm ill, everything's real, ain't no special effects

Yeah, bring the drama, I like the fuckin trauma (like that)

A gladiator rocking steel plated armor

Yeah, you wanna step to me, you'd better bring a referee (why)

My name is 'Mega, y'all niggas 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 a Holyfield (just like that son)

For real the Real Deal, Montana, drama for short

Of course, yeah, the fucking boss

Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my spot

He 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 yo

You know my status you fuckin faggot

That's why I fucked you up

That's why my man took your fuckin gold chain

And 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 next time you come through

Projects or they gon burn your shit down

Y'all niggas is idiots yo (word up faggot ass nigga)

Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin a pink ass suit

(Yeah you talkin bout crack nigga)

What kind of dreams you niggas workin with, man?

(Them like a pink leather and shit)

Yo man, last crack y'all niggas sold was y'all ass!

You fuck with me, you're fuckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?

But y'all niggas ain't ready for fuckin war man

(Y'all ain't ready for war man)

Y'all ain't ready for the motherfuckin, the gun battles

Or the beatings on sight man

Don't fuck with me man! (Faggot ass niggas) I got no more to say man

Trick-ass bay-atches!