Nas - Spastic (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

I observed this, short term n***a Curtis His soul he let record execs purchase They were nervous but now they're wordless This b**h 50 I spit sh** that rips out his cervix Truth is you only dropped one hot LP Smell me? Now you n***as wanna dead me This is the tenth shell I'm inserting through ya dome Sitting on the throne yet still I murk u wit the chrome Homes I got gold and platinum, test your stamina U h*mos gettin manicures, thug life ain't glamorous You n***as is phony, dissin everybody on Ja's roster When you ain't hip hop n***a pop is your proper genre Lames should change your name to The Temptations Diss Nas you get faded, couldn't see me with LASIX/ They say I'm givin em hell but this sh** is a hotter climate/ Burnin internal, shell inferno n***a it's Nastradamus/ Chorus Magmatic, my flow is purely heat rocks You thought Nas was kufis and bean pies I'm illmatic, stillmatic in this rap sh** You n***as ain't fit to spit my ad-libs n***as slept on me, this is the rude awakening n***as act like insecure ho's gettin facelifts It's still Escobar, who set the bar for yall Never dropped the ball now u n***as wantin war No love, I throw slugs, like dro I'll roll up More presidential than the POTUS You tried to rob but you could never dethrone the god On tour wit Braveharts kissing my a** for cheese Just like a rat, n***a please Even then you never twisted trees Told JMJ that Nas was your hero Records sold was zero, before the deniro And that's a fact f*ggot, you got ya act backwards I'm tight spastic, in the streets like jackhammers Chorus 2x