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You Got Wrecked (mike Jones Diss)

I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set

Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red

I got special effects surroundin' my neck

No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked

When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck

You know why I'm here, to take my respect

You can't get next, I came to plex

So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(All them hoe ass niggaz)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(I tryed to let that nigga slide man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Got respect for Watts and the House man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(But nah man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Hoe ass nigga)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Niggaz gotta get dealt with man, out there bumpin' they gums)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Talkin' all that noise nigga)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(It's King Koopa, ay)

I got 'em scramblin', I know he feel the pressure to cheat

But I can handle him, that hoe gon' show respect to the chief

He the King of who?, King of what?, Sesame Street

I lay you out over some beef like some sesame seeds

Meet you half-way, it's like I'm interceptin' ya beef

Await on my front-lawn, like I'm expectin' ya beef

I know that Dike Mike, wanna turn the plex into peace

But I can't, why? I threw away my weapon receipt

I'm 'bout to get him, just when he thought Koopa was in neutral

Scrap or keep it on wax, don't matter whatever suits ya

I don't know Dre, but ay I wouldn't introduce ya

I drop a beat down on ya ass like a producer

Future, nah 'cuz I won't let you have next

I bet he E-mail me and try to send me Internet threats

Go and pop some damn X, go and pop some Zanex

Do something better with ya life and go and have some hand sex

You ain't bringin' Cham' plex, you on a pharmaceutical

What type of fool is you? I'ma suit you for your funeral

A bunch of niggaz hit me sayin' what they wanna do to you

Don't worry, I won't let 'em shoot at you, until I through with you

I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set

Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red

I got special effects surroundin' my neck

No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked

When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck

You know why I'm here, to take my respect

You can't get next, I came to plex

So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(All them hoe ass niggaz)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Shoulda known that nigga was fraud man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Niggaz was tellin' me that that nigga was fraud)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(And I was defendin' that nigga man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Shoulda known better man)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Should seen it, should seen it comin')

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Fraud ass nigga)

Hoe ass niggaz, guess I gotta remind you

(Gotta new name nigga, Dike Jones)

Yeah, Chamillionaire the biggest threat to any nigga that think he doin' it

I gave you life, but I'll take it back, before your through with it

I gave you plenty chances, but now it's over you ruined it

Swisha House before you, and Koopa was your influence, kid

You was on Tidwell, tryna slang me your raps

Got in the game, and then you switched it to slangin' some crack

I ain't a pussy trust that, it ain't no thang to attack

And it ain't no thang to react, the heater sang and go clap

Ain't no explainin' for that, you get lit up like a candle

Give you more then a sample, bet that nigga get trampled

Make that dike an example, kiddie clubs gonna ban you

They gon' have to cancel his show on the Disney Channel

He hated on Magno, see people never noticed him

He talked down on his boy to me, while doin' shows with him

Said the streets ain't feelin' him, how could you even know it

When you got your wack ass rap style from Nickolodean

Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones

Wrote his name and his number on his Swisha House thong

Who? Dike Jones, who? Dike Jones

Ain't with ya team but still the King of the Swisha House throne

I step in the club, and I'm throwin' up my set

Cup-cup purple barre, and my car candy red

I got special effects surroundin' my neck

No-no you don't nigga, Dike Jones just got wrecked

When I step in the club, you breakin' yo neck

You know why I'm here, to take my respect

You can't get next, I came to plex

So call up Dike Jones and tell him he just got wrecked

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