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yeah, still u
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can honestly
wit any nigga, feel the
my odyssey
beat a nigga, his chains
no diamonds in piece
i chillin on yall for years
now u hard? i got scars than your individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he even write rhymes
actin like you harder than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just spoken up and now the on you
nigga you must be or jokin'
got 50 and now its time for change
shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you be ashamed
and damn, you even stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas in his pocket
dont you niggas he let you come and get twisted
you dissin me? you niggas is business
is you niggas tryina be?
on every other niggas in the industry, you find and meet
from 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 of beef
be out every fightin, provin shit
jealous ass niggas, i aint prove shit
that means you could die from the response
fear my next move, like huggin on Elton John
except yall playin russian roulet
there'll never be another d-12 album, bet
who aint im a star
on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and them ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ass wife
dont know what it takes to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each show up late to the gym
so i said that you niggas is
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 diss to the earth?
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 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 than 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...