Eather
[gunshots
[Nas talking
("Fuck Jay-Z"
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me do
You, what
("Fuck Jay-Z"
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigg
("Fuck Jay-Z"
[Chorus:
(I) Fuck with your soul like ethe
(Will) Teach you the king you know yo
(Not) "God's son" across the bell
(Lose) I prove you lost alread
Brace yourself for the main even
Y'all impatiently waiti
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Bi
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greed
I embrace y'all with napal
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gon
How could Nas be garbage
Semi-autos at your cartileg
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my thron
I got this, locked since '9-
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influence
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Juda
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his musi
Check i
[Chorus
[talking
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin rin
[Chorus
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotte
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotte
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my fac
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snake
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was slee
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted bee
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this amm
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handl
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupi
When KRS already made an album called Blueprin
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Bi
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran liv
[talking
(I...will...not...lose
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost alread
The king is back, where my crown at
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it nigga
[Chorus
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitche
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brothe
You traded your soul for riche
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famou
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made i
You seem to be only concerned with dissin wome
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject m
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectl
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildi
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my number
All I did was gave you a style for you to run wit
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the go
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no car
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no cas
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chas
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Sta
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate clas
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledg
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn thoug
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slo
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puff
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapte
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fella
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fella
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fella
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her pus
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks
Ne-gro pleas
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a ra
Compared to Beans you wac
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blam
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Bi
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shi
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attentio
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmon
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quic
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quic
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quic
Sean Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dic
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quic
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips
Wanted to be on every last one of my classic
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
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