Poetry

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

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 Dreems", 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?

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

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'ma 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'ma 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'ma make you bow

And I'll prove who's the illest, so hate me now