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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can comepete
wit any nigga, the pain
my odyssey
beat a nigga, his chains
no diamonds in that
i been chillin on yall for
now u hard? i got scars bigger than individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont write rhymes
actin like you rhyme harder than who? the Kon is you
no you spoken up and now the heats on you
nigga you must be smokin' or
slim got 50 and now its time for
records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you cant stop it
slim got 50 cent, the of you niggas change in his pocket
you niggas see? he let you come and get twisted
you dissin me? you niggas is business
fuck is you niggas be?
on every niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meet
from rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if niggas 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 night fightin, provin shit
ass niggas, i aint gotta prove shit
that means you could die from the felt
my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton John
except yall playin carreer roulet
there'll be another d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint im a star
nigga on my 4th im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and dirty ass nikes
the stud, minus the ugly ass wife
yall dont know what it to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we each other show up late to the gym
so i said that you niggas is
nigga 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 know who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
long as 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 dre treated 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 bout is through
i got ya coach on the touchin his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...