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Ashley, you a bitch straight diss
Anthony, fuck you, bitch
You stupid bitch motherfucker never wanted to swear on my mother
You's a bitch
You
Give me them kicks don't run don't trip caught bro at the stue he ain't drop his diss
Keep me a glock who trynna get shot get put in a box wait hold
Talk them ah talk like dem know me
Defend man defend
By meh lonely
God and gun go before me
Vengeance
Yeah
Anywhere me roam right dey so me defend it
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
level
You can get stomped by the rebel
They put my head on a swivel
These 223's will not not miss you
Please tell me what is the issue
I won't even diss
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
system that tries to diss us,
tries to hurt us, and tries to kill us.
We don't win, we fight again.
We gwon fight until the end, until the end,
We
Talking bout these hundreds need the money right away
Cause my momma need a brand new crib by the day
My bitch need a brand new bag by the way
My
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class
I did time for crime 'cause I was living ass
I spent two on the lockdown in Preston
To hire me is
a chance to show I want it, that's what's up
The culture is fading, it's not carried on by the people who made it
The culture is fading, the culture is
A'yee
A'yee
A'yee
A'yee
Come on
A'yee let's get it on
Rest in peace gang
For you Ima roll one
Better not diss on his name cause you know that we
Fuck what niggas saying boy I keep it on me
Got it by myself I don't need no army
Knowing niggas plottin', yeah they tryna harm me
I keep it on me,
I be in my feelings when I wake up every hoe used to diss me
Fuck her good pull off her lacefront
By the ocean look out window view might buy
Oh shit
Yo yo yo, what's up
Hey bro, guess what
Yo yo
This bitch just stole their fucking diss
Oh, you're f- you're serious?
Yeah bro, I'll send it
Im in O'ahu I'm out here with Mellow, ayy let me hit that, ayy, let me hit that, said
You want smoke, I don't got time for the diss tracks, yeah, my
He said that uh, you keep posting him you gon' make him blow up
Does that worry you at all? Like you blowing these other artists up by going back
on my mind
No it can't come by it self
Young up on the grind
Always manifesting this
5 Years from now im gone shine
Never on an artist i diss
Busy
got murked last week
Couldn't even get a rewind, that's peak
Couldn't get out your punchlines on time
Now you wanna diss me? Oh blud, what a cheek
Jamaica but me still not nice
K9 me ago do me thing
Chant pon the riddim then me start sing
Come from trinidad cocorite on the hill by the spring
Know bout
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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