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[Intro:
Ok off, you a bitch nigga
Only reason I'm this
I'ma jus 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from
Second - you Kanye from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from
- I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for
You talkin you a 80's baby
You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the news
How's the king of new york rocking with jeans?
Open toe sandals with choncletas with on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 old?
Back to

[Verse 1:
You ain't the only one big wallets
Got it, my brollic, dot it
But publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when had it
Now you got it, it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you see a car. No
and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & you dumb ass nigga)
He own the got you in Atlantic City
Bitched your outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's
But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn you
Appar-ently right? in Jeezy video
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Pan
(Call him Hawaiian from now on)
How could he be the (huh)
Only reason fam I suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, where you walk ho (right where you walk)
You can fool the rest of the world long as New York
We put u underground clown aint check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my
I respect the hustlers, the grinders and the sellers
Yous a customer buster, go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this
All my niggaz is coming strait from wages
niggaz ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for we gotta new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa holla at a nigga cause here it come

2: Cam'Ron]
Killa! go
Who can fuck me? No mammal, but we tote handles
Atcha open toe sandals, and you look Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of right? no contact
But Busta fly joints, they put us out the
I left the right, lot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them are ill, 5 times a half a mil
Wanna like a bumper sticker smack a grill
Paul Wall cap a grill but them are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west slang yo cap ya peel
in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal
Heck you tell me, respect, better me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, your world
Had the thing, fucking singing slinging crack (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)
Still got our acapellas, but I will her
"Put it in ya it in ya mouth"
It my fault I'm raw
I'm B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh chill, Cochran is dead"

[Ontro 1:
Y'all niggaz don't want it us man
just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over man, and we George Bush man
You gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting like you got over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making songs man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades