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yeah, still u
? is beef, im heiness in the streets
i can honestly
wit any nigga, feel the
my discreets
beat a nigga, his chains
no in that piece
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 you rhyme harder than who? the Kon Artist is you
no you just up and now the heats on you
nigga you must be or jokin'
slim got 50 and now its for change
records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta 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 unfinished
fuck is you niggas 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 niggas wrote you a rhymes a piece
is hiding in the streets, lie for me
its funny 'cause they paint a picture i be in tons of beef
be out every fightin, provin shit
jealous ass niggas, i aint prove shit
means you could die from the felt response
fear my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton
except yall playin carreer roulet
there'll never be d-12 album, whatchu bet
who aint im a star
nigga on my 4th deal im so im feelin fatter than bizarre
minus the shower cap and them ass nikes
the stud, minus the ugly ass wife
yall know 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 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 niggas is gay
the whole world know who the broke ass wit the radio hits is
as niggas is takin ya pictures
you just dummies, you money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
i know slim sees the that he made
treatin yall dre treated hitman and lady Erade
even them niggas is smarter than
niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun down with is harder than
ya hustle is over the rhyme is through
i got ya coach on the touchin his shoulders, time out!
its over... its over...