| Haven’t you heard |
| platinum makes the amateurs swerve |
| Nature, Noreaga like Magic & Bird |
| call a timeout, make a quick sub |
| pull ya rhyme out, and rip it up |
| nigga rip it up! |
| Nature: |
| I shook hands wit many killas |
| some did it for fun |
| it’s like a rush the way it comes |
| to make the innocent run |
| niggas brag abotu it |
| and recapture the pain |
| just to see a young brother getting snatched from his frame |
| its many ways to do it |
| anger plays a major role |
| when its done its done |
| don’t try to save ya soul |
| you’ll be amazed how quick police learn the businss |
| nowhere to run young blood |
| you done burned ya bridges |
| a nervous wreck |
| makin ya calls collect |
| confessing ta hoes |
| a man of respect |
| now a vegetable |
| scorned by the world |
| for being cold-hearted |
| he killed one of his own |
| it’s fucked up but he sold product |
| no can do, he got cancelled |
| I watched’em as he tried to pull out |
| but he never got a chance to |
| just a little man, his bite less than his bark |
| yo he thought he had a name ti; niggas tested his heart |
| lossed stripes in the street |
| at nights and sleep at the same time |
| I used ta send’em ta stores and make’em rhyme |
| had a seed on the way |
| smoke weed all day |
| thunwas speedage |
| didn’t think the heat would freeze’em |
| I tried to tell’em |
| correct’em like convicted felons |
| by the time he realized |
| it’s to late, a slug split his melon |
| seen’em spralled out from the fourth floor |
| in the blink of an eye |
| it was over the killa walked off! |
| Noreaga: |
| A yo we thugged out, wit ILLWILL on some city shit |
| keeping it real, while ya niggas on that pretty shit |
| what the dealy wit? |
| know I only smoke a philly wit |
| lamma lamma |
| and got a bitch in Atlanta |
| and every time I fuck her, yo it’s on camera |
| and I’m the freak type, get head and lay meat right |
| y’all niggas burned bridges |
| I coulda had y’all tight |
| a yo I spit this, tellin' y’all to live wit this |
| I coulda had you in the bank |
| now you lost ya rank |
| you should blame only ya’self |
| ya self today |
| you know me |
| hate to have to do it homey |
| we used to be cool |
| now it’s like you don’t know me |
| all that jealously shit |
| stupidity shit |
| had me thinkin' on some foul shit |
| diggin' in ritz |
| now I’m 98 what |
| my niggas still have fun |
| if i ain’t fuckin' wit Nate, I’m fucking wit Jung |
| number 1 rule of the game |
| don’t trust no one |
| likle them weak niggas |
| yo you know if they trick |
| in ya face, tellin' stories |
| when they lie on they dick |
| while I get cake |
| live like a cookin Beat tape |
| like that old school shit that he used to make |
| yo from Kansas ta San Francis |
| niggas catch me at the club |
| but i never dances |
| play the bar close |
| niggas watchin' me, I’m like a mantis |
| I won’t take chances |
| peep the hair on my chest |
| that’s what happen |
| when you drinkin' rade, henney and stress |
| drink my life away. right away |
| shoot up ya Guess |
| yo it’s me and Nate |
| we like two of the best! |
| Nature: |
| I got the whole anchalota |
| the glamour and glitz |
| my name upon the walk of fame |
| right behing Frank Sinatra |
| it ain’t na da |
| but one for the win column |
| y’all need to stop frontin' |
| actin' like y’all big dollar |
| fraudulent fucks I stay calling ya bluff |
| causing friction |
| calling ya chickens, for a quick buff |
| rippin’em up to some Lou Rawls shit |
| it ain’t a game, you was hot |
| but you lossed it |
| change ya methods |
| renevate quick to save the extras |
| ya mic’s hooked up |
| but y’all brains ain’t connected |
| it ain’t my fault ya niggas came defective |
| I’m the specialist at rap |
| opposite of pessemis |
| shots more accurate than Petrovic |
| when my shit drop |
| y’all niggas better check for it |
| ya gotta love it, the way I’m comin' at you |
| in the purest form |
| the wars on, you thought we would flop |
| well than ya thought wrong! |