Get Dissed
Deadly Guns
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Hardcore Top 100 2020
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[Intro: Makaveli] I heard some shit, Yo this, I heard this nigga dissed you? Uhhh 'sup nigga, just talkin' a whole buncha shit Let this be my motherfuckin' reply to that little bitch [?] (Make sure you bring it 'Pac) Around the way type shit (Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style) All them little hidden words in your raps All them mixtapes y'all droppin' Make sure you bring it Trying to get with me Bring it live nigga worldwide feel it! (Don't forget to talk) [Verse 1] You heard it wrong nigga Ain't nothing sweet about my techniques You checking for my breathless quotes I wrote deadly My history so thoroughly involves destruction Niggas left with they ass bleeding, lyrical fucking (Woah) Open up, first to bust, let me see your heart Turn the lights down 'cause I might clown in the dark When I check for the Heartz of Men what do we find? Niggas watching for my pockets, planning plots on mine Am I blind Let my rhymes speak for me in history A legend you define me Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row Fuck what you say we untouchable Now that we done shook Doc Dre He ain't made a beat in six years, swear he the shit Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick Let me get my preach on, nigga drop the beat, I get my freak on The wrong one for you to speak on Mothafucka watch your mouth [Hook] Come on, come on Live like this nigga Come on, come on Silly nigga Watch ya mouth Stick and move Stick and move Bring the muthafuckin' hands Bring the heat Bring the funk Ayy yo 'Pac swing on that trick nigga Let's do it [Verse 2] Look I heard Nas got beef 'cause I'm dissing his clique Cool (Skinny nigga) come bring your ass nigga you can get dissed I'm worldwide steady war rapping Get your cash on nigga, five times platinum (How many you sold?) What's that De-La got a problem with this hard shit Ever since "Me Myself and I" y'all been garbage (You know I'm tellin' the truth) I'ma keep it real, show you how it feels to ride Y'all went three feet and stopped rising (I ain't seen shit) Wendy Williams is a fat bitch, that's the truth I got a jar full of niggas nuts *slurp, slurp*, that's for you Let the Westside-Eastside drama cease I'll come along to your own streets, Outlaw Prepare for panic when I unleash Niggas is lucky if they leave here in one piece (Watch your muthafuckin') Cream Puff never had no heart to start So how the hell Biggie Smalls get the part Watch your mouth [Hook] Don Makaveli Stick and move Stick and move Killuminati style, nigga Keep your muthafuckin' hands up Killuminati style Yea, we gonna do this for a while I got a lot of shit You know how we do it Killuminati Let's do this nigga [Verse 3] What I bring to you is hardcore The very essence of my poetry Dyslexic so you backward ass niggas will know it's me The only G to bleed for the shit I bring And swing hard on mothafuckas that's my thing Vocally I'm pure so you O.D. tryna throw me Don't get your life took trying to run with your homies Y'all know me, same nigga so quick to blast On this worldwide mash trying to get some cash Holla, my name and the game will follow Wait, and I'll murder these snakes tomorrow Bunch of washed-up jealous-ass punks though Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come I'll do some fly shit and be done They say 'Pac ain't got love for the Eastside You's a lying mothafucka, nigga we ride Watch your mouth [Outro] Love that shit! I love that thug shit! I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside (I love that thug shit) I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside (How I love that thug shit) I wrote this for my niggas on the Eastside (Put your hands on it) I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside (Hands on ya heat) All my niggas in the north run, run with me (All the niggas in the streets) All my niggas in the north run, run with me (Hands on ya heat) For my niggas down south, now get with me For my niggas down south, now get with me For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside (Fly, fly bitches, out there) For my niggas on the Westside, Westside (Fly, fly bitches) For my niggas up north of course (Fly, fly bitches) For my niggas up north of course (Fly if you out there) For my niggas down south no doubt (If you out there) For my niggas down south no doubt (The bitches is bomb) For my niggas on the Eastside, Eastside (Fly niggas, fly niggas) For my niggas on the Westside, Westside (Fly niggas, getting by) For my niggas up north of course (Fly bitches, fly bitches) For my niggas up north of course (Fly and getting high) For my niggas down south no doubt For my niggas down south no doubt Come on My dream is to see real niggas and real bitches Get to together and have real kids and have a real Life and get real money Come on, uh My problem: Fake niggas always Tryin' to interrupt the conversation Come on, uh The solution: Multiple guns, ammunition Come on, yeah And game type mobsters What you'll find, always rough, rugged, and raw Come on, yea Outlaw, Westside, Death Row, Thug Life Dre can't fuck with this, uh Yea, you know my trial To live and die In L.A To live in and die in L.A They say Dre can't fuck with this, heyyeyeyeyeye Uh, Dre can't fuck with this, heyeheye Hahahahahahaa Yeah nigga, the prodigal son Ya this might have been your muthafuckin' record label When you was here, nigga When you see where you at, and you see where the fuck I'm at, nigga Westside, Death Row the Untouchable style, nigga I took your shit, you bitch made nigga You up out of this shit, nigga You got erased nigga You know the muthafuckin' history M.O.B. nigga, mob-style We don't like your trick ass You up out of here, nigga By murder, or by hardcore styles It took hardcore styles for your ass to walk You walkin' nigga You don't even come out no more 'Cause you know what time it is Don't even front muthafucka You think by getting with my enemy That will get you some love with my heart, nigga? FUCK YOU