Lyrics:
diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you (what?)
Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend
Hello, I should diss you
Excuse me, lady, you're lookin' real nice
Where you been, I been lookin' for you all my life
So how's about lunch with
We don’t sneak diss
We gon sneak up hit ya miss
We don’t sneak diss
And this shit it do not miss
Ah
Yuh
With my vatos talking shit
We don’t sneak
schools
Dyin to get busy, because I knew I had the tools
Then I got the heart and went by the set
I said, "Yo, I wanna rock the set" "Yeah no sweat"
Kickin
Fugees, Fugees and Mobb Deep tryna diss now too, huh? Hahaha
Well, I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck
This is what it sounds like when we ride
Will i fuck or will i diss em
Thats what they be yelling
Im a pimp by blood, not relation
Ya'll be chasin and i replace em
You don't need me for nothing
collection
Hear my perfection, rotary connection
Taking MC's down by lethal rap injection
I'm like an ornithologist when I get pissed
You must have drank
And if the devil had a diss track
I would listen from beginning to end
And I would replay all the bits
Catch your name up on that diss track
Oh,
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking
I'd seen you jackin' JC cause they got him most hazed
If you know about the ladies and all his babys
You diss on his rhymes a million times
Watch me,
Watch me,
I see you try to diss our function by stating that we can't rap,
Is it 'cause we don't wear Tommy Hilfiger or baseball caps,
We
a flow
I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean
When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show
By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto'
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking
diss me
No one can play hey, now tell me wha'ts next
Come here play he say (?)
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human
a threesome
DM her, delete it, she's my lil' secret
He tryna diss me to blow up, I peep it
I can't respond, we just go at your people
If I left some racks
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
dickless piece of shit
How could you diss me, bitch?
I liked you, thought you was alright for a white dude
Remember Sway and Tech when I came up and sat
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got to emotional
Are you experienced little girl?
I
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
Young Mullah, baby
Hmm, Young Mullah, baby
She's askin' do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She's askin' who's on the other line?
You diss
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
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