Chorus
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!
CHORUS 2x
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
