Cormega - Never Personal (Fuck Nas and Nature) lyrics
[Cormega - Never Personal Fuck Nas and Nature lyrics]
(Yo Son, heard that shit man?)
Nah what's this?
(Nigga Nature tried to convince me man
Word to motha) 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 blastin
Much love for thugs, God bless BI ashes
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live
Niggas keep askin the exhibition, flexin
Throw my extra clip in
Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it
Niggas talkin bout
How real they kept it on record
Screamin out, QBC but don't rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a
Faggot in love with reefer?
My Far Rock' niggas 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, gettin paid off the book
Niggas jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake-ass thug
Give me 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 on me
But my man got a few words
He wanna say to you yo son man
Nature your fake ass
Tried to be down and got your chain snatched
(Ice took the shit) 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, QB 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 shit
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 cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys
Bitches 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)
Nigga 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 fuckin 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 niggas scared to death of me
Yeah your man asked
I'm 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 a Holyfield
(just like that son)
For real the Real Deal, Montana
Drama for short
Of course, yeah, the fucking boss
Yeah, that nigga 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 motherfuckin Mega yo
You know my status you fuckin faggot
That's why I fucked you up
That's why my man took
Your fuckin gold chain
And he's wearin your shit in the projects
You're a fuckin bitch
Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you
Need to you need to
Get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van
Next time you come through
Projects or they gon burn your shit down
Y'all niggas is idiots yo
(word up faggot ass nigga)
Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin
A pink ass suit
(yeah you talkin bout crack nigga)
What kind of dreams you niggas workin with
Man? (Them like a pink leather and shit)
Yo man
Last crack y'all niggas sold was y'all ass!
You fuck with me, you're fuckin
With the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggas ain't ready
For fuckin war man
(Y'all ain't ready for war man)
Y'all ain't ready for the motherfuckin
The gun battles or the beatings on sight man
Don't fuck with me man!
(Faggot ass niggas) I got no more to say man
Trick-ass bay-atches!
Nah what's this?
(Nigga Nature tried to convince me man
Word to motha) 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 blastin
Much love for thugs, God bless BI ashes
"Whattup with Cormega?" Live
Niggas keep askin the exhibition, flexin
Throw my extra clip in
Chrome bugotti VVS's, check it
Niggas talkin bout
How real they kept it on record
Screamin out, QBC but don't rep it
Am I my brothers keeper or a
Faggot in love with reefer?
My Far Rock' niggas 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, gettin paid off the book
Niggas jeal-ous, my LS is off the hook
You see the Lex, you fake-ass thug
Give me 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 on me
But my man got a few words
He wanna say to you yo son man
Nature your fake ass
Tried to be down and got your chain snatched
(Ice took the shit) 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, QB 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 shit
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 cock twice
Runnin with the pretty boys
Bitches 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)
Nigga 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 fuckin 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 niggas scared to death of me
Yeah your man asked
I'm 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 a Holyfield
(just like that son)
For real the Real Deal, Montana
Drama for short
Of course, yeah, the fucking boss
Yeah, that nigga 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 motherfuckin Mega yo
You know my status you fuckin faggot
That's why I fucked you up
That's why my man took
Your fuckin gold chain
And he's wearin your shit in the projects
You're a fuckin bitch
Knahmsayin Nas? You need to you
Need to you need to
Get a fuckin fireproof fuckin van
Next time you come through
Projects or they gon burn your shit down
Y'all niggas is idiots yo
(word up faggot ass nigga)
Talkin about "Street Dreams" rockin
A pink ass suit
(yeah you talkin bout crack nigga)
What kind of dreams you niggas workin with
Man? (Them like a pink leather and shit)
Yo man
Last crack y'all niggas sold was y'all ass!
You fuck with me, you're fuckin
With the best, man, knahmsayin?
But y'all niggas ain't ready
For fuckin war man
(Y'all ain't ready for war man)
Y'all ain't ready for the motherfuckin
The gun battles or the beatings on sight man
Don't fuck with me man!
(Faggot ass niggas) I got no more to say man
Trick-ass bay-atches!