- Nov 15, 2007
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"Yeah P got sickle cell, he a lil 4'8 n---- what he gon do" blah blah doesn't negate the fact that P went in on Pac.
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that sh--
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line off top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm n----s ready to rock the sh--
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect n----s is %$@%%%!
get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, [color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]2 G's worth of stitches[/color]
[color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again[/color]
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind sh--
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that sh-- think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
[color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera[/color]
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Now if Biggie had spit that very same verse cats would been like gotdamn Big went in but because its P dudes try to diminish his worth. Throughout all the westcoast d--- riding I will say that LA, LA was a seemingly weak diss track but you can't sit here with a straight face and say P didn't abuse Pac withthat verse.
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that sh--
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line off top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm n----s ready to rock the sh--
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect n----s is %$@%%%!
get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, [color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]2 G's worth of stitches[/color]
[color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again[/color]
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind sh--
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that sh-- think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
[color= rgb(255, 0, 0)]Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera[/color]
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Now if Biggie had spit that very same verse cats would been like gotdamn Big went in but because its P dudes try to diminish his worth. Throughout all the westcoast d--- riding I will say that LA, LA was a seemingly weak diss track but you can't sit here with a straight face and say P didn't abuse Pac withthat verse.
