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