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50 Cent - Rockwilder Ja Rule Diss Lyrics

[Intro: [?] & 50 Cent]
Yeah
We gon' keep this shit movin'
Next up
Yeah
We recordin'?
Yo turn that shit the fuck up
We gon' do this one more time for y'all
Cutmaster C exclusive
I'm wit the hottest nigga right now
50 Cent
Yeah, yeah, what up nigga, what up nigga
They scared to death
They scared to death, niggas is faggots
That's why they write rhymes and don't say my fuckin' name
'Cause niggas know I fuck them niggas up, right
Be indirect on some punchlines, faggot ass nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah wit cha punk ass rhymes, right
You know what I'm sayin'
Feel this shit

[Verse: 50 Cent]
Yo, ayo yo, yo, yo, ayo, ayo
Niggas wanna shinе like me, pop a 9 like mе
But they don't wan' do a three to nine like me
50 Cent, you how I rock
I don't give fuck, black on black, 20 inch chrome on a caddy truck (Blaaattt)
Every now and then, you could catch me wit a bird (Uh huh)
But I stay wit the desert eagle that's my word (Uh huh)
I turn the smile on a clown to a frown
Give Ja Rule the shine beat down, make him lose 20 pounds (Woooo)
Sober up before you speak to me, don't come at me high
Last time you raised your voice at me, got jabbed in da eye
If I say I'm gon' get you, I'ma get ya, on da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You'll find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit cha
After da GemStar split ya, need a MD to stitch ya
Peep how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to go hit ya
Look my name up in the law book
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats (Uh huh)
Got a tech I call Tina (What), nine I name Nina (What)
Two niggas went to see Allah after they seen her, it's that real (Real)
Shit about to take me to da next level
Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel
Cutmaster C, who fuckin' wit me
Nobody ha ha ha ha (Nobody)
(Yeah) Yeah
Ayo
I'ma introduce y'all niggas to my lil fuckin' man
Tony Yayo
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
We take desperate measures
And [?] [?] leathers
Roll hydro, turn hoes to homewreckers (Yeah!)
Buy Coogie sweaters
Over blue steel Berettas (Uh huh)
And stack cheddas
On French [?] [?], the [?] [?] you see [?] in the mirrors
Government watch dogs can't come near us
Knew about a stash ever since three wheelers (Uh huh)
And play razer tag with some bad drug dealers
Alby is airtight but hidden mics hear us
If you wanna fold me, meet the holy spirits (Uh huh)
Automatics blow through your dynamic duo
Break down champagne down to shampoo (What)
Break down cocaine to a Lex Bubble (What)
And break down ya team if your team really love you

[Outro: 50 Cent & Tony Yayo]
Faggot ass niggas [?] 2000 shit, nigga (That's it, word up, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, what up)
Yea we seen, we seen you on BET, you know I'm sayin', say my name, son, what'chu scared of huh?
Huh?
I know what'chu scared of