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Cormega - Poetry lyrics
[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
 Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, 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 bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me"
 "Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me
 I shoulda kept the rhymes for me
 Fuck 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?
 [Verse 3]Cormega - Poetry - http://motolyrics.com/cormega/poetry-lyrics.html
 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 fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!!
 Poetry
 [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
 Cormega Poetry











