What We Do

Yeah, still u lame

? is beef, im your heiness in the streets

I can honestly comepete

Wit any nigga, feel the pain

My odyssey discreets

Beat a nigga, steal his chains

No diamonds in that piece

I been chillin on yall for years

Now u hard? i got scars bigger than your individual carreers

Who the fuck is Denaun? he don't even write rhymes

Actin like you rhyme harder than who? the Kon Artist is you

No you just spoken up and now the heats on you

Nigga you must be smokin' or jokin'

Slim got 50 and now it's time for change

Shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed

And damn, you can't even stop it

Slim got 50 cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocket

Don't you niggas see? he let you come and get twisted

You dissin me? you niggas is unfinished business

Fuck is you niggas tryina be?

On every other niggas nuts in the industry, you find and meet

From busta rhymes, to jay-z, to nas, to me

Couldnt see me if them niggas wrote you a rhymes a piece

Niggas is hiding in the streets, lie for me

Its funny 'cause they paint a picture like i be in tons of beef

Be out every night fightin, provin shit

Jealous ass niggas, i aint gotta prove shit

That means you could die from the felt response

Fear my next move, like Eminem huggin on Elton John

Except yall playin carreer russian roulet

There'll never be another d-12 album, whatchu bet

Who aint eatin? im a star

Nigga on my 4th deal im so full im feelin fatter than bizarre

Minus the shower cap and them dirty ass nikes

Minus the stud, minus the ugly ass wife

Yall don't know what it takes to win

Nigga I'll spark witcha boss, we made each other show up late to the gym

So i said that you niggas is whack

That nigga asked me my opinion, it's the truth, don't call me for that

Niggas step up to the turf, everybody think yall whack

What... you gon' write a diss record to the earth?

You niggas is gay statistics

The whole world know who the broke ass group wit the radio hits is

Long as niggas is takin ya pictures

You just dummies, you less money than slim spends on Hailie for Christmas

I know slim sees the mistakes that he made

Treatin yall like dre treated hitman and lady Erade

Even them niggas is smarter than yall

Niggas the cloth that i wipe my fuckin gun down with is harder than yall

Ya hustle is over the rhyme bout is through

I got ya coach on the sideline touchin his shoulders, time out!

Its over... it's over...