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yeah, still u
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can comepete
wit any nigga, feel the
my odyssey
a nigga, steal his chains
no diamonds in piece
i chillin on yall for years
now u hard? i got scars bigger than individual carreers
who the is Denaun? he dont even write rhymes
like you rhyme harder than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just up and now the heats on you
you must be smokin' or jokin'
slim got 50 and now its for change
shady records lookin like a broke dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you even stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you change in his pocket
dont you see? he let you come and get twisted
you dissin me? you niggas is unfinished
fuck is you niggas be?
on other niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meet
from 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 'cause they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out night fightin, provin shit
jealous ass niggas, i aint prove shit
means you could die from the felt response
fear my next move, Eminem huggin on Elton John
except yall carreer russian roulet
there'll never be d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint eatin? im a
nigga on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter bizarre
minus the shower cap and them dirty ass
the stud, minus the ugly ass wife
yall know what it takes to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each show up late to the gym
so i said you niggas is whack
that asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for that
niggas step up to the turf, everybody yall whack
what... you gon' a diss record to the earth?
you is gay statistics
the whole world who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
as niggas is takin ya pictures
you just dummies, you less money slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim sees the mistakes he made
treatin yall like dre hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter than
niggas the cloth that i my fuckin gun down with is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is
i got ya coach on the sideline his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...