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New 50 cent Diss! by GZA of The Wu-Tang Clan!
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http://www.seriousurls.com/link/fb89d630/1960
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http://thatrapblog.com/2008/07/gza-paper-plat
es50-cent-diss/
Lyrics:
"You ever see someone who roll with
Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm
battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the
industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your
camp
He might step off and take half the juice
from your amp
Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you
see-through
Stop sippin' on that Formula 50
They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt
and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch
it
Especially these overrated rap steppin
fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal
drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped to charred
chisel
One verse shatter your spine and crush your
spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for
lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger
guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your
roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't
snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them
all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand
hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really
on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID
SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush your vocal
cords.
You ain't nothin' but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet.
All this rap crap that's trapped in your
colon
Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya
holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the
panties drop
A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese
Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat
with ease
Get your ankles rolled while doin' your
two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the
Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the
cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey
and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx,
you be rockin' them Blizzards
Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings
like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts
feeled
Ten years ya sayin' but I flow like I'm
twenty-one
Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons
Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off
first
WASSUP"
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