Cormega - A Slick Response (clean) lyrics

(Child) Uncle Cory can you tell us a story please (Cormega) Alright, alright (Child) Please (Cormega) Y'all tucked in? Here we go (Cormega) Once upon a time not long ago A lame MC didn't want me to blow I think his name was Nasir (who?) The "Street Dreamer" dude Big wasn't fond of him (what?) Pac neither Hung around my mans, Lord and Lake Lake's doing time, Lord should get his life straight And my man Grand Wiz living on face Now he hangs with police I guess they make him feel safe, anyways He's always talking bout loot and diamonds And I get to see a penny off QB Finest (ahhh) That's lame, you should be ashamed None of the Bravehearts driving (huh?) Horse was the best, he left Nasir not shining (oh) Said he got me a deal (uh huh), be real Nas couldn't get on till I went to jail Bit my style, then he eventually came up So when I came home, he wasn't doing me no favours Not to mention we was cool, but his pockets was hurt (why?) He's a weedhead, don't blame skirts Plus he never hustled, so cash is new to him Got his chain his chain took, and bought it back, how smooth of him Mad at his girl, cause her favourite rappers Jay Chipped his tooth when Spud punched him in the face (hahaha) Abanna ceased out, when he had beef with Puffy Nastradamus flopped, this time he got lucky Moved from Queens cause he was getting extorted The Firm brick, critics said I should of been on it He's the type to strike it rich and leave his friends in the projects With Esco jeans on, and lint in there pockets, so a Mirror, Mirror on the wall, before this rap sh** Who was the flyest rapper of all? There was a rumble tumble, 5 minutes it lasted The mirror says you was you conceited ba*tard I heard him on the air with Funkmaster Flex (Child) The one who drops bombs, if your records sell fresh? (Cormega) Yes that's the one, but lets get back to so n I heard jungle in the background, he the same from My man Ice is done a smack now, but he backed down Noreaga fight him, so he raps now Anyway, I don't usually waste my time on MC's But Build & Destroy man, he really tried to diss me What you mean? I heard the song, I said something is wrong I never got snuffed, I got shot getting it on And why waste your time, saying I wasn't grindin'? Even the cops he with, said "stop lying" I had the illest gun in Queensbridge history The sterling, that's right, ain't no mystery And none of my friends that's cool with him, have bricks like me What I do in a day, they won't even get in a week Just about then, one of my mans came in, he said "Someone's in Miami with all your fake friends" I looked him in his face, and said "are you sure?" He said, "I don't wanna see you with them lowlifes no more" So come along, we have a party to attend Where Nas' baby mom was more of a friend She said "don't involve me you and Nas beefing I hear you the reason he can't come to Queensbridge Go him so scared, he hanging out policeman Plus he can't f**k so I had to leave him I said, don't even worry, I'm not tripping Plus I respect you, good, Nas didn't, what? When I needed a man he wasn't there He spends all his time trying to end your career My success is overdue You kids get to bed nowthe story is through {*echoes 3X*}