Poetry Lyrics - Cormega

(Intro: Black Ice) 

Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn't like you man 

So get off they dick please man 

This is Ice and Cormega man 

Comin' for you, faggot! 

(Verse 1: Cormega) 

A nigga 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 bitch 

Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick 

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 

F**k a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips 

Look at my crew we all got whips 

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(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 bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me" 

"Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me 

I shoulda kept the rhymes for me 

F**k it now the whole world know 

Who coward ass 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? 

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(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 cock 

Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it? 

My niggas'll find you drippin 

You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches 

I got shot ain't no denying I did 

But I was sendin' fire at niggas 

What the f**k you talkin' 'bout bitch! 

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(Verse 4) 

Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are over 

Halftime expired, the game is over 

It ain't hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you 

Life's A Bitch 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 

Niggas had ya ride in flames 

You didn't represent nigga you cried in pain 

If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain? 

If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there 

My niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowards 

If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power 

You better watch them niggas, thats close to you 

Or I'ma pop them niggas 

If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigga 

It Was Written, you think you a thug 

You rule the world, I'ma take it in blood 

You a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas 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