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never personal (fuck nas and nature) - cormega lyrics

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(yo son, heard that sh-t man?)
nah what’s this?
(n-gga nature tried to convince me man, word to motha)
not that n-gga, not that n-gga that n-gga’s too pretty
(you gotta do somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, word up)
take that n-gga to war
yo nature, listen man

in a jacuzzi flashin, splashin like a uzi blastin
much love for thugs, god bless b.i. ashes
“whattup with cormega?” live n-ggas keep askin
the exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in
chrome bugotti vvs’s, check it
n-ggas 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 f-ggot in love with reefer?
my far rock’ n-ggas would love to meet ya
“life’s a b-tch” but sh-t gets deeper, f-ck gold chains and sneakers
i had dat, when cocaine was cheaper
yo, who this fake n-gga 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, gettin paid off the book
n-ggas jeal-ous, my ls is off the hook
you see the lex, you fake–ss thug, give me respect
or be another n-gga 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 f-ggot–ss man come on me
but my man got a few words he wanna say to you
yo son man

nature your fake -ss
tried to be down and got your chain sn-tched
(ice took the sh-t) 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 t–th
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 sh-t
the tighest cl!ck, we airtight
roll deep and wear air nikes, some are scared some the fair type
but we rock mics and jams, like gats we c-ck twice
runnin with the pretty boys, b-tches say that’s not nice
straight out the ‘bridge, my delorean, showbiz
and if you want consignment you can find me where the c0ke is

i’m a nightmare to “street dreamin” (uh-huh)
n-gga 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 f-ckin 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 n-ggas scared to death of me
yeah your man asked, i’m like a columbian refugee
murder any n-gga in sight, any day or night
you see me in a jet black lex, the c0ke’s white
lampin on the hill, that n-gga nature thought he ill
i f-cked his -ss up like a holyfield (just like that son)
for real the real deal, montana, drama for short
of course, yeah, the f-cking boss
yeah, that n-gga 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 motherf-ckin mega yo
you know my status you f-ckin f-ggot
that’s why i f-cked you up
that’s why my man took your f-ckin gold chain
and he’s wearin your sh-t in the projects, you’re a f-ckin b-tch
knahmsayin nas? you need to you need to you need to
get a f-ckin fireproof f-ckin van next time you come through
projects or they gon burn your sh-t down
y’all n-ggas is idiots yo (word up f-ggot -ss n-gga)
talkin about “street dreams” rockin a pink -ss suit
(yeah you talkin bout crack n-gga)
what kind of dreams you n-ggas workin with, man?
(them like a pink leather and sh-t)
yo man, last crack y’all n-ggas sold was y’all -ss!
you f-ck with me, you’re f-ckin with the best, man, knahmsayin?
but y’all n-ggas ain’t ready for f-ckin war man
(y’all ain’t ready for war man)
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! (f-ggot -ss n-ggas) i got no more to say man
trick–ss bay-atches!

- cormega lyrics

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