Lyrics:
(Oh, what you, what are you saying?)
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in
Yo Jeff what's shakin' man
Whats up dude
Ay man remember that girl you know when I was walking to school
She used to diss me everyday (yeah)
Man
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
Rollin' down
Unreal to a close eye
Can’t feel but you heard that I’m close by
It’s more vivid the image invented in my mind
I look around and rarely I see a fake
dem ah beat like a drum machine (bow)
Rifle, handgun, sub-machine (bow)
Diss di link Toronto mek you sink off like ah submarine
Smoke di weed
This is the diss track
Fuck you scum bag
This is the diss track
Fuck you scum bag
Coming up coming up
Yeah, 'c'est la vie
Moving on moving up
Heavy
And I'm far from cheap
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Sizing out the bucket and
Drinking out the musk
I must admit
It
Wasn't all it is
Pushing in a stomach
That just couldn't take a hit
It's just a
Diss trick
guilty
Homophobic in a diss track? I'm not guilty
Well, I was smoking when I did that
I'm not guilty
Did ya fuck them sluts? Not guilty
Did you smoke them
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
Melissa, I like to be with her
I get all her money and, a-then I diss her
On Tuesday there's Sareesa, she's my homeroom teacher
She said, "After school, I
hit
All my songs hits
All my chains hit (bling)
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, you get hit
Southside got the stick (brrt)
Everything
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
I should've seen it comin'
I should've seen it comin'
I should've seen it comin'
Sister
Baby, we don't know what could diss her
Or it was only just
think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By usin' a special
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
workin' double shifts
And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts
I come inside and you pretend you miss me
When you kiss me, then you diss me
ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin' my crew everywhere we go
See
you waan, but don't deady, deady
So bawl fi your mama, fi your papa
Me no matter by time the police come
The dance done already, again
Me tun up
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
strippin' and they show they breasts
And they all think Joe the best
Well it's on if they got no regrets
Bring them hoes to the low crib by the lake
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
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