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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your in the streets
i can comepete
wit any nigga, the pain
my discreets
a nigga, steal his chains
no diamonds in piece
i been chillin on yall for
now u hard? i got scars bigger than individual carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont even write
actin like you rhyme harder than the Kon Artist is you
no you spoken up and now the heats on you
you must be smokin' or jokin'
slim got 50 and now its for change
shady records lookin a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you cant even it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you change in his pocket
dont you niggas he let you come and get twisted
you me? you niggas is unfinished business
fuck is you tryina be?
on every other 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
is hiding in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause they paint a like i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, provin
jealous ass niggas, i aint gotta shit
that means you could die from the response
fear my next move, like Eminem huggin on 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 than bizarre
minus the cap and them dirty ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ugly ass
yall dont know what it to win
nigga ill spark boss, we made each other 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 think yall
what... you gon' write a record to the earth?
you niggas is gay
the whole world know who the broke ass wit the radio hits is
long as niggas is takin ya
you dummies, you less money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know sees the mistakes that he made
treatin yall dre treated hitman and lady Erade
them niggas is smarter than yall
niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun down is harder than yall
ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is
i got ya coach on the sideline touchin his shoulders, out!
its over... its over...