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2012-05-07

The Bomb (Diddy Diss)

(WHY HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!!) Uh, uh, uh (One two one two) Uh, uh, uh, uh Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) One thing bout my music It hit you feel the pain Nigga I’ll take control of your brain Listen now nigga I’m not playin’ Are you ready for that? Soldier, soldier grab your gat I show you who to aim it at Bang, bang, bang run toss the gat No, no, no, no lookin’ back Nigga leave the watch We aint come for that Bitch quit playin’ Where the paper at Shit I rolled ace I’m shootin’ it back Everybody know how my paper stack Twenty inch chrome on the Cadillac Automatic shotgun Can you handle that? On the bullshit Nigger that’s a fact Ride through the muthaf**kin’ hoods strapped Put work in nigger that’s that Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back Got a little money wanna flash that Before the wolves come out and blast gats Pedal to the metal nigger mash that Before your ijhsaudivhuwny78wqye end up in a casket I said in a casket Who shot Biggie Smalls? We don't get em They gonna kill us all Man Puffy know who hit that nigger Man that nigger soft He scared them boyz from the Westside’ll break him off Dump on his a*s So he run to Harlem shake em off Nigger I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigger G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) Nigger I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip) Nigger G-Unit is (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop) Oh I guess this means I wont be invited to the white parties In the Hampton’s I don't give a f**k I don't wanna hang out with you punk a*s no way Get me muthaf**kin’ runnin’ around This nigger ma$e Now you wanna play games Don't wanna make the deal nigger Man I’ll f**k your shit up nigger Is you crazy nigger Matter fact you know what I don't wanna do the deal no more f**k the deal nigger You wanna play games You wanna waste my muthaf**kin’ time nigger Time is money nigger You wastin the muthaf**kin’ money nigger Alright I see what you tryin’ to do But I don't know why you doin’ what you tryin’ to do Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me (huh??) Now you go on and send me fifty thousand dollars For this niggers travel fees You know air fare, hotel space For that last tour nigger Or I’ll really service your a*s nigger