Artist: Lloyd Banks
Title: You Ain't Authentic (The Game Diss)
Okay, Okay, Okay
that's it (hahahahaa)
you stupid mutha fucka...ha?
I'm what you want to be nigga...ha?
Talk that shit in front of me man
you already know what time it is man, its the unit
theres no one better
yeh
Once for the money, two for the groove
I cruise
on the interstate so smooth
rather be a rebel move when i want to move
homie is staight 30 ??? and new shoes,
who's, feeling they got sugar groove's?
lose or lose?, you do not get to choose
start cracken off the top of my fuse
the rap a-bombs so nigga stay calm
the flows way gone
blew away charm
loaded firearm
thatll do away harm
Im a don
bitch log on
the
www.idid.comtried to warn em (yeh)
now im on em (yeh)
midnight demoted to kid michael jordan
disappeared in thin air the call morften,
poof! im at your front door like an orphan,
for the lot
nigga off the auction
do it exhaustion
I brought new york in
you ever seen a walken n talken coffin?
cause thats what i see when i see it
you bumped heads with the old ???
the overseeser
see my chrome millimetre,
either
your just dumb or had too much riefer
or you aint with it so im.. (gun shots)
just my luck you slippen into a seizure
rap dont need ya,
strip the ???? ???
spit through the throat and get a microphone fever
big heart temperature that'll freeze ya
news flash, no body believes ya
bumped your fucken head
live like you got amnesia,
you aint he, a little on the litre
yeh, you dont even write your own shit
nigga you feelin hyperbol sick
I break off a brick you light the whole strip
you want attention, so im addressen ya
nigga i can wrestle ya, 38 special ya
on christmas it gets messier
the rap messenger runnin' niggas over
your eyes shining, mile for ?? albert einstein pound your ???
southside bullshit im on it
time to make em sick along for the vomit
thats what you get when you spark with my h????
cocktail bombs on your car will a comet
the hood made him cover up the butterfly
now im a make him cover up the other eye
cause you aint never murked nuthin thats another lie
nigga dont make me humm you a lullaby
whats the matter? you aint got no help now?
we left you all alone for your melt down?
you cryin in the dark and i knew it
next time you think about killen yourself do it, (just do it)
cause you a bitch ass nigga any way you view it
and they know from compton just do the crime do it
im from a town where they all rough (queens)
and anybody that wore a tongue ring cant talk tough
you aint even seen half of fif
you only one album in and fifty wrote half of it
you said you a ryder and you thuggin
turned around and hugged Joe Budden (ahh)
either thats soft and or im buggen
thats what happens when you turn nuttin into somethin
fat boy bluffen they'll talk if they cuff em'
Its all about the benjamins and plain form fuck em
yeah, thats it man
i ain't finished sayin' i play with your stupid ass, man
You confused mutha fucka (hahahaha)
i gotta a little advice for your ass too man
next time your in a room and
your all alone
with the light off
and and stuck in the closet
with your pistol in your mouth
thinken about blowing your noodles out nigga
just go ahead and do it man
your better off that way
your not authentic nigga
yeh cop me
faggot (gunshot)
yall sayin its ass hell no
Mer 21 Fév - 2:49