Royce da 5'9"
What We Do (D12 Dis)
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[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, still you lame, how is it beef
I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete
Wit any n***a, feel the pain, my honesty just seeps
Peep a n***a silver chain, no diamonds in the piece
I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard?
I got scars bigger than ya individual career
Who the fuck is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes
Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artis is you
Now you done spoken up on how the heats on you
N***a you must be smokin or jokin
Slim got 50, and now it's time for change
Shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
And you can't even stop it
Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you n***as change in his pocket
Don't you n***as see he let you come and get twisted
And you dissin me, but you n***as is unfinished business
Fuck you n***as tryna be
On every other n***as nuts, in the industry you findin me
From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!
Couldn't see me, if them n***as wrote you a rhyme a piece
N***as is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me
It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef
Be out every night fightin, provin shit
Jealous ass n***as, I ain't gotta prove shit!
That means you could die from the felt response
Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John
Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette
It'll will never be another D-12 album n***a, what you bet
Who ain't eatin, I'mma star, n***a, on my 4th deal
I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizarre
MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nikes
Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife
Y'all don't know what it takes to win, n***a
I sparred wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
So I said it you n***as is whack
That n***a ask me my opinion, it's the truth, don't fault him for that
N***a step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK
What you gon' write a diss record to the earth?
You n***as is Shady statistics, the whole world know
Who the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits is
Long as n***as is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's
You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
I know Slim see the mistakes that he made
Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage
Even them n***as is smarter then y'all n***as, the cloth
That I wipe my fuckin gun down, is harder then y'all
Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is through
I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder
TIMEOUT - it's over, it's over