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   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!      CHORUS2X      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!      CHORUS2X