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 be Gotti be re-essence, 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 Reaper?

My four-eyed 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 rookies 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 ass, try to be down, shot your stank ass

Ice Cream Man took the shit, your little brother tape back

Now you against the Mega star, pump a hundred stacks

in a Lex, LS, doin no Escobar's





When they crew speak, heard my team burn the wonder

Five stars, Q.B. the Desert Storm

The Mobb exclusive, check the nuclear on the nak-ed

Find the illest kicks, play the strength, what the writer bent

Hover from night to light, now push the tighter 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

Hit me on the timin you can find me where the coke is

I'm a nightmare, the street demon

Tell your whole crew with twenty-two's, my dudes street sweepin

Prepared, never scared, ones to bolster the flag

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

And you man, acting 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

This the Real Deal, my time is drama for thought

Of course, yeah, the fucking boss

Yeah, that nigga Nature talk about he takin my spot

Took one punch to the face, and dead 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

I brought my man for your fuckin gold teeth

You be wearin your shit in the projects, you're a fucking 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?

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