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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a bitch
Only I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella Dame
Second - you stole Kanye from
Third - you stole from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was
- hold on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the off for this
You talkin bout you a 80's
You 37 years old, you was in 1968 and I open the daily news
How's the king of new rocking sandals with 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 your publishing go to Mrs. Wallace
Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you
And he dress dog who styled 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when 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 & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's
You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's
But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn you
right? Down in Jeezy video
I kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Call him Hawaiian Sophie now on)
How he be the man? (huh)
Only reason fam I don't 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 of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown gone check to sell-us (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't my elders
I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the
Yous a buster, here go jet propellers

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

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

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