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[Intro:
Ok First off, you a bitch
Only reason I'm doin
I'ma jus name 5 reasons quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you stole Roc-A-Fella Dame
Second - you stole from Dame
Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from
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 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 with choncletas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandals with and he 42 years old?
to business

[Verse 1:
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 2 albums, you wildin
And he can't 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)
Dead it pronto, you see a car. No
and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Lennox & Broadway you ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in City
your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty
You a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you
Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy
I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you 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)
reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right you walk)
You can the rest of the world long as New York know
We put u underground clown aint gone check to (cellars)
I know he 40 years old, I don't my elders
I the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers
a customer buster, here go jet propellers

2X: Max B]
You hate us the way we getting this paper
All my is coming strait 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)
40 nigga you not the one
It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it

[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 fly joints, they put us out the contract
I left the label right, lot of cats how
Everytime I diss that I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a 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
Down in Houston ask B mack forreal
Heck you me, respect, better dwell me
fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)
I might bring it back, that's your girl, your world
Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging (word)
Mr. stop, stop, stop it fellas (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 sorry B but I a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli (fucking faggot)
for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know 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 gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25
Actin you gon diss us
You got over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam it
like you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making songs man
Let it out man, we for 15 rounds man [fades out]