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yeah, u lame
? is beef, im your heiness in the
i can honestly
wit any nigga, feel the
my discreets
a nigga, steal his chains
no diamonds in piece
i been on yall for years
now u hard? i got scars bigger than your carreers
who the fuck is Denaun? he dont write rhymes
actin like you rhyme harder than who? the Kon is you
no you just spoken up and now the on you
nigga you must be smokin' or
got 50 and now its time for change
shady lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
and damn, you cant stop it
slim got 50 cent, the rest of you change in his pocket
dont you niggas see? he let you come and get
you dissin me? you niggas is unfinished
fuck is you niggas be?
on every other nuts in the industry, you find and meet
from rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me
couldnt see me if them niggas wrote you a rhymes a
is hiding in the streets, lie for me
its funny they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef
be out every night fightin, shit
jealous ass niggas, i gotta prove shit
that you could die from the felt response
fear my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton
yall playin carreer russian roulet
there'll never be d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint im a star
nigga on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter bizarre
the shower cap and them dirty ass nikes
minus the stud, minus the ass wife
yall dont what it takes to win
nigga ill spark witcha boss, we made each other show up 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 whack
what... you write a diss record to the earth?
you niggas is gay
the whole world who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is
as niggas is takin ya pictures
you just dummies, you less money slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know sees the mistakes that 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 down with is harder than
ya hustle is the rhyme bout is through
i got ya coach on the sideline his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...