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, f*ggot!! [Verse 1: Cormega] A n***a 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 b**h Pardon me Nas, I think you s** 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 f** a Willy Esco outfit, n***a, 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 b**h, God forbid the b**h divorce me" "Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off me I shoulda kept the rhymes for me f** it now the whole world know Who coward a** Nas tryin to be You was broke, k**a 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] 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 co*k Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it? My n***as'll find you drippin You give ya n***as nothing, the diamonds, the b**hes I got shot ain't no denying I did But I was sendin' fire at n***as What the f** you talkin' 'bout b**h!! Poetry