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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can honestly
wit any nigga, the pain
my odyssey
a nigga, steal his chains
no in that piece
i chillin on yall for years
now u i got scars bigger than your individual carreers
who the is Denaun? he dont even write rhymes
actin like you rhyme harder who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just up and now the heats on you
nigga you be smokin' or jokin'
got 50 and now its time for change
shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be
and damn, you cant stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas change in his
you niggas see? he let you come and get twisted
you dissin me? you niggas is business
is you niggas tryina be?
on every niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meet
busta rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them niggas wrote you a rhymes a
is hiding in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause they paint a picture like i be in of beef
be out every fightin, provin shit
ass niggas, i aint gotta prove shit
that you could die from the felt response
fear my next move, like huggin on Elton John
except yall playin carreer roulet
there'll be another d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint eatin? im a
nigga on my 4th deal im so full im feelin than bizarre
the shower cap and them dirty ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ass wife
yall dont know what it to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each other up late to the gym
so i that you niggas is whack
nigga asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for that
niggas step up to the turf, everybody yall whack
what... you gon' write a diss record to the
you niggas is gay
the world know who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
as niggas is takin ya pictures
you dummies, you less money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i slim sees the mistakes that he made
treatin yall dre treated hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is than yall
niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun down with is than yall
ya hustle is over the bout is through
i got ya on the sideline touchin his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...