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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im heiness in the streets
i can comepete
wit any nigga, the pain
my odyssey
beat a nigga, steal his
no diamonds in piece
i chillin on yall for years
now u hard? i got bigger than your individual carreers
who the is Denaun? he dont even write rhymes
actin like you rhyme than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just up and now the heats on you
nigga you be smokin' or jokin'
slim got 50 and now its for change
shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you 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 come and get
you dissin me? you niggas is business
is you niggas tryina be?
on every other niggas nuts in the industry, you find and
busta rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them niggas you a rhymes a piece
niggas is in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, shit
jealous ass niggas, i aint gotta shit
that means you could die the felt response
my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton John
except yall 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 dirty ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ass wife
dont know what it takes to win
nigga ill spark boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
so i that you niggas is whack
that nigga asked me my opinion, its the truth, dont me for that
niggas step up to the turf, everybody think yall
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 is takin ya pictures
you just dummies, you less than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim the mistakes that he made
treatin yall dre treated hitman and lady Erade
even niggas is smarter than yall
niggas the that i wipe my fuckin gun down with is harder than yall
ya is over the rhyme bout is through
i got ya coach on the sideline touchin his shoulders, out!
its over... its over...