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

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

2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we this paper
All my niggaz is coming strait minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we new flavor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote guns (DipSet)
This is nigga we from the slums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause 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 fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats how
I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 a half a mil
Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a
Paul Wall cap a grill but cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)
East coast west slang yo cap ya peel
Down in Houston ask B I'ma forreal
you tell me, respect, better dwell me
Beyonce fiance, my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, your girl, that's your world
Had the thing, fucking bout slinging crack (word)
Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it (stop)
got our acapellas, but I will Akinel 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)
Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for
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:
niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 B
We ready you aint bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'
Actin you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George man
You aint gone Hussein it
Acting like you got something over
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super man
Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man out]