Uh. Whoo.) Yes. (Riduz, Riduz)The Truth (Yes...) Yall lyin im da truth...Westcoast jack. C'mon.)
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Sayin' ya'll some murderah's but ya'll ain't never killed nothin' claimin' ya'll some gang-bangers, non-affiliated busta's/ Holdin' up some gang signs, but what you throwin' up? You been rappin' a long time, just now gettin' some
Young Dre
I heard rappin' on diss tracks, can get you stabbed up? What! 50' came with me so we can pick the mack's up (Bust) Alone on these bustas in my city talkin' they tough, rough/ I can't see it/ Me, they can't be it/ Frontin' ain't real speakin'/ Touch 'em, leave 'em, no breathin'/ People maulin' on TV and wanna-be CNB'in/ Hilarious even thinkin' while Riduz watchin' the scheamin' on site, snatchin' your gleamin'/ No more bringin ya' blingin' listen/ We competition this finish my mission, ain't dissin' but bitches in posistion, keep trickin' ho's/ Pointin' colors like yellows with shiny stones/ Been in drag, here's to matchin' with pink flags, came in they red rags/ Block on the murda, you bet/ Homie out stuck in the past with a revoked ghetto pass/ We saw your videos; Laughed (Ha-ha) Tryin' to see (?)/ How long does fake thuggin' last? You ain't Biggie or Pac; All eyes on you ready to die, stop
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Young Dre
You rappers ain't me, you rappers ain't G/ Your rappin ain't good, them rappers ain't hood/ Talkin' like ya'll the mob, I ain't no John Gotti, had a black baby ma's/ Why this dude Irv claim it's Ja? Claimin' his name (What?) Claimin' his name plus/ Never was gang bangin' never been, done slangin'/ Just mock and perpetratin' coast to Nostra' emmulatin' gangsta moves/ You gangsta groupies obsessed tryin'a be the best/ Grobbin' copy cat/ Monkey see, monkey do/ You don't even got a strap; Stop lyin' tell the truth/ Ya'll transformers, industry informers/ Real men speak real talk, ain't hidin' behind flaws/ Might leave yo' body charred for tryin' to 'riff walk/ Court justice and straight clowns, bandanas don't make you down/ Get your brains blowed out, tryin'a show out/ Fakin' your cute/ In the game tryin' to find a way out but look what you do
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Young Dre
Say ya'll some murderous thugs but ya'll ain't hard in the club; Gave you a pass out of love/ Dicks and pussy's wanna fuck but ya'll ain't humble enough, cocky/ I'm callin' your bluff, like Rocky ready to punch/ Click back but ya'll better duck/ Now listen, you marks ain't troopers/ I ran you through the computer, shoot ya to the left cause ya'll thug rejects who been booted/ No set, G suited, video dressed just for TV/ Expect the worst; Maybe a herse or somethin/ Come on cousin, that Cristal must'a really had you buzzin'/ Actin' like somebody who wasn't nation wide frontin' identity crisis/ What happened with flags on your wrists punks? Re-doin' Pac songs and can't keep up, still can't bust/ Violation! Bitch you ain't one of us, lackin' heart, true street G. finesse and gut/ Two riders on site active, ready for all action/ Ganks your mack's out/We careful (Riduz) I'm the assassin (Liers)
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Yeah, Westcoast to the East. Universal, it's The Truth. Young Dre. Baby Rasosis. DJ Hooken. Oh yeah. We servin 'em...