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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im heiness in the streets
i can honestly
wit any nigga, feel the
my discreets
a nigga, steal his chains
no in that piece
i been on yall for years
now u hard? i got bigger than your individual carreers
who the fuck is he dont even write rhymes
actin like you harder than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just spoken up and now the on you
nigga you must be or jokin'
slim got 50 and now its time for
shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be
and damn, you even stop it
slim got 50 cent, the of you niggas change in his pocket
dont you niggas see? he let you come and get
you dissin me? you is unfinished business
is you niggas tryina be?
on every other niggas nuts in the industry, you and meet
from rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them wrote you a rhymes a piece
is hiding in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause they paint a picture i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, provin
jealous ass niggas, i aint gotta shit
that means you could die from the response
fear my move, like Eminem huggin on Elton John
yall playin carreer russian roulet
there'll never be another d-12 album, bet
who aint eatin? im a
nigga on my 4th deal im so full im fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and them dirty ass
minus the stud, the ugly ass wife
yall dont what it takes to win
nigga ill witcha boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
so i said that you is whack
that asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for that
niggas step up to the turf, think yall whack
what... you gon' write a diss to the earth?
you is gay statistics
the whole world know who the broke ass group wit the radio is
long as niggas is ya pictures
you just dummies, you less money than slim spends on Hailie for
i know slim sees the mistakes that he
treatin yall like dre treated and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter than
niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun with is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the bout is through
i got ya coach on the sideline his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...