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Текст песни Cormega - Poetry

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[Intro: Black Ice]Yo, yo Nas. Big and Pac didn`t like you man So get off they dick please manThis is Ice and Cormega manComin` for you, faggot!![Verse 1: Cormega]A nigga named Nas think he live like meNow its on `till he R.I.P, the odds might beAgainst me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitchPardon me Nas, I think you suck dickWhens the last time you came to Queensbridge to see the kidsSpeak to Ill Will moms, or gave cheese to WizStreat Dreams don`t put me in the fridgeYou a hossa, a greedy pigJunior Mafia was eatin` wit Big Jay let Bleek and `em liveNore got Capone comfortableAll ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with youFuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I`m about chipsLook at my crew we all got whips[Verse 2]Nasty Nas all ya life you praised meYour daughter might be Jay Z`sIllmatic was real cause you was tryin` to portray meMatter of fact, time for Sony to pay meFor "Life`s a bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me""Street Dreems", and every other rhyme you got off meI shoulda kept the rhymes for meFuck it now the whole world knowWho coward ass Nas tryin to beYou was broke, Killa was buyin` ya weedYa Lex got repossessed, I had mines on the streetYou shoulda kept it real wit NatureSteve Stoute taught you how to deal wit paperKings lose crowns, and kingdoms fallWhen ya queen moves foul, obviously she`sJay Z`s boo now, what should he do now?[Verse 3]Off the throne when the fours get blownLake can`t save you, Lord is just foldBig`s last words was "You lost it homes"You the reason Ill Will is in the coffin yoWhen he got shot, you was too soft to rollTalkin` `bout you a brave PacNah you a fake PacI get down and take blocksYou bend down and take cockCause Chris Lightys behind you, get it?My niggas`ll find you drippinYou give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitchesI got shot ain`t no denying I didBut I was sendin` fire at niggasWhat the fuck you talkin` `bout bitch!!Poetry[Verse 4]Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are overHalftime expired, the game is overIt ain`t hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob youLife`s A Bitch and so are youI Am, a nightmare to Street DreamsMy New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak teamTake a trip down Memory Lane Niggas had ya ride in flamesYou didn`t represent nigga you cried in painIf the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain?If ya girls is yours, I won`t even go thereMy niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowardsIf rap is a gun, I Gave You PowerYou better watch them niggas, thats close to youOr I`ma pop them niggasIf you could see the future, whats the outcome niggaIt Was Written, you think you a thugYou rule the world, I`ma take it in bloodYou a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas rapI`m sendin` you the Message, ya rhymes are wackOne time for the mind, I`ma make you bowAnd I`ll prove who`s the illest, so Hate Me Now

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