Poetry

[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, faggot!! [Verse 1: Cormega] A nigga 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 bitch Pardon me Nas, I think you suck 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 Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, 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 bitch, God forbid the bitch divorce me" "Street Dreams", and every other rhyme you got off me I shoulda kept the rhymes for me Fuck it now the whole world know Who coward ass Nas tryin to be You was broke, Killa 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 cock Cause Chris Lightys behind you, get it? My niggas'll find you drippin You give ya niggas nothing, the diamonds, the bitches I got shot ain't no denying I did But I was sendin' fire at niggas What the fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch!! Poetry [Verse 4] Check it, I had One Love for niggas, those days are over Halftime expired, the game is over It ain't hard to tell, you pay niggas, not to rob you Life's A Bitch and so are you I Am, a nightmare to Street Dreams My New York State Of Mind will outshine ya weak team Take a trip down Memory Lane Niggas had ya ride in flames You didn't represent nigga you cried in pain If the world is yours nigga why you hide ya chain? If ya girls is yours, I won't even go there My niggas, respected, yours is labeled cowards If rap is a gun, I Gave You Power You better watch them niggas, thats close to you Or I'mma pop them niggas If you could see the future, whats the outcome nigga It Was Written, you think you a thug You rule the world, I'mma take it in blood You a Suspect Nigga wit a live niggas rap I'm sendin' you the Message, ya rhymes are wack One time for the mind, I'mma make you bow And I'll prove who's the illest, so Hate Me Now