Cormega - Never Personal (f** Nas and Nature) lyrics

(Yo Son, this person's all on your sh**) Nah what's this? (n***a Nature tried to pimp you, yeah word em up) Not that n***a, not that n***a that n***a's too pretty (You gotta do somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, word up) Take that n***a to war Yo Nature, listen man In a jacuzzi flashin, splashin like a uzi blastin Much love for thugs, God bless B.I., askin "Whattup with Cormega?" Live n***as keep askin The exhibition, flexin, throw my extra clip in Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it n***as 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***as would love to meet ya "Life's a b**h" but sh** gets deeper, f** gold chains and sneakers I had dat, when c**aine was cheaper Yo, who this fake n***a soundin like me? You wanna be me, but can't see a thousand like me I'm loungin, you're like bookies on housin You see my team comin and your heart starts poundin You shook, gettin paid off the book n***as jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook You see the Lex, you fake-a** thug, give me respect Or be another n***a that my f**in 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-a** man come on me But my man got a few words he wanna say to you Yo son man Nature your fake a**, tried to be down and got your chain snatched Took the sh**, 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 teeth 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** The tighest click, we airtight Roll deep and wear Air Nikes, some are scared some the fair type But we rock mics and jams, like gats we co*k twice Runnin with the pretty boys, b**hes say that's not nice Straight out the 'Bridge, my DeLorean, showbiz And if you want consignment you can find me where the coke is I'm a nightmare to "Street Dreamin" (uh-huh) n***a 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**in 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***as scared to d**h of me Yeah your man asked, I'm like a Columbian refugee Murder any n***a in sight, any day or night You see me in a jet black Lex, the coke's white Lampin on the Hill, that n***a Nature thought he ill I f**ed his a** up like a Holyfield (just like that son) For real the Real Deal, Montana, drama for short Of course, yeah, the f**ing boss Yeah, that n***a 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**in Mega yo You know my status you f**in f*ggot That's why I f**ed you up That's why my man took your f**in gold chain And he's wearin your sh** in the projects, you're a f**in b**h Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you need to you need to Get a f**in fireproof f**in van next time you come through Projects or they gon burn your sh** down Y'all n***as is idiots yo (word up f*ggot a** n***a) Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin a pink a** suit (Yeah you talkin bout crack n***a) What kind of dreams you n***as workin with, man? (Them like a pink leather and sh**) Yo man, last crack y'all n***as sold was y'all a**! You f** with me, you're f**in with the best, man, knahmsayin? But y'all n***as ain't ready for f**in war man (Y'all ain't ready for war man) Y'all ain't ready for the motherf**in, the gun battles Or the beatings on sight man Don't f** with me man! (f*ggot a** n***as) I got no more to say man Trick-a** bay-atches!