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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can comepete
wit any nigga, feel the
my discreets
beat a nigga, steal his
no diamonds in that
i been chillin on yall for
now u hard? i got scars bigger your individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont even write
actin like you rhyme 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
records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you cant stop it
got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocket
dont you niggas see? he let you and get twisted
you dissin me? you is unfinished business
is you niggas tryina be?
on other niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meet
busta rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them wrote you a rhymes a piece
niggas is in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause they paint a picture like i be in tons of
be out every night fightin, shit
ass niggas, i aint gotta prove shit
that means you die from the felt response
fear my move, like Eminem huggin on Elton John
except yall carreer russian roulet
there'll be another d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint eatin? im a
nigga on my 4th im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and dirty ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ugly ass
yall dont know it takes to win
ill spark witcha boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
so i said that you is whack
nigga asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont call me for that
niggas up to the turf, everybody think yall whack
what... you gon' write a record to the earth?
you is gay statistics
the whole world who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
long as niggas is ya pictures
you just dummies, you less money slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim sees the mistakes he made
yall like dre treated hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter yall
niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun with is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is
i got ya coach on the touchin his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...