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You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B.)

OK First off, you a bitch nigga

Only reason I'm doin this

I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty

First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame

Second, you stole Kanye from Dame

Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame

Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up

Before them shots was fired

Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off

I had to turn the beat off for this

You talkin' bout you a 80's baby

You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news

How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?

Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on

How's the king of New York rocking sandals

With jeans and he 42 years old?

Back to businessYou ain't the only one with big wallets

Got it, my shits brollic, dot it

But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace

Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'

And he can't dress dog who styled 'em

It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it

Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,

(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)

Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No

Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe

(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)

He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City

Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty

You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true

But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you

Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video

I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,

You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)

At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)

I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan

(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)

How could he be the man? (huh)

Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn

But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)

You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know

We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)

I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders

I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers

Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers[Chorus: x2]

You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages

Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us

(Quit trying to spray us)

But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)

In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)

This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)

Pushin forty nigga you not the one

It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it comeKilla! Let's go

Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles

Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel

(go smoke some cigarettes)

Off of Rocafella right? no contact

But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract

I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how

Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'

Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)

Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil

Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill

Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills

(put flowers on them niggas)

East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel

Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal

Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me

Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)

I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world

Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)

Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)

Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her

"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"

It ain't my fault I'm raw

I'm sorry B but I want a war

And he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera)

Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)

Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love

Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove

I'ma hop in the bed,

Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)

Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"[Chorus]Y'all niggas don't want it with us man

This just round one, 15 rounds B

We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,

Sell out twenty five thou'

Actin like you gon' diss us

You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man

You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it

Acting like you got something over there

You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man

Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man

Songwriters

JERRY GOLDSMITH, CAMERON GILESPublished by

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