Cormega - Megas On His Own Lyrics

(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, f*ck 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 f*ckin 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 f*ckin 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 f*cked his ass up like I'm Holyfield
This the Real Deal, my time is drama for thought
Of course, yeah, the f*cking 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 motherf*ckin Mega
You know I'm the baddest you f*ckin faggot
I'll f*ck you up
I brought my man for your f*ckin gold teeth
You be wearin your shit in the projects, you're a f*cking bitch
Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to
get a f*ckin fireproof f*ckin 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 f*ck kind of dreams you niggaz workin with, man?
You f*ck with me, you're f*ckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggaz ain't ready for f*cking war
Y'all ain't ready for the motherf*ckin, the gun battles
or the beatings on sight man
don't f*ck with me man, I got no more to say man
trick ass bay-atches!