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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your in the streets
i can comepete
wit any nigga, feel the
my discreets
beat a nigga, his chains
no diamonds in piece
i been chillin on for years
now u hard? i got scars than your individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont even rhymes
like you rhyme harder than 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 like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you cant stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas 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 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 a piece
niggas is in the streets, lie for me
its funny they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out every fightin, provin shit
jealous ass niggas, i gotta prove shit
that means you die from the felt response
fear my next move, Eminem huggin on Elton John
except playin carreer russian roulet
there'll be another d-12 album, whatchu bet
who eatin? im a star
nigga on my 4th im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and them dirty ass
minus the stud, minus the ass wife
yall know 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 nigga asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for
niggas step up to the turf, everybody yall whack
what... you gon' write a diss record to the
you is gay statistics
the whole world know who the broke ass wit the radio hits is
long as niggas is ya pictures
you just dummies, you money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim sees the mistakes that he
treatin yall like dre hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter yall
niggas the cloth that i wipe my gun down with is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is
i got ya on the sideline touchin his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...