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Camron - "You Gotta Love It (Jay-z Diss)"
Lyrics to You Gotta Love It (Jay-z Diss) : Dipset! Before I set it off, ok, first off, you a bitch nigga. Only reason Im doin this, Ima just name 5 reasons real quick. Got a hundred fifty, got a hundred fifty. First, you stole Roc-a-fella from Dame. Second, you stole Kanye from Dame. Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame. Fourth, I seen a nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired. Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off. I had to turn the beat off for this. You talkin bout you a 80s baby, you 37 years old. You was born in 1968, and I open the daily news, hows the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans' Open-toed sandals with chancletas with jeans on. Hows the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans and he 42 years old' Back to business You aint the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brolic Got it, but ya publishing should go to Ms Wallace Honest, stealin BIGs shit, he made 2 albums You wildin And he cant dress dog, who styled him' It was Rocawear when Dame had it, now you got it, call it Cockawear (You got it on') Huh, not in here Debt it pronto, you dont see a car, no Dame and Biggs bitched for years, now you on, ho He own the 40/40, got you in Atlantic City Get your budget out of base line, God damn its pretty You love a Harlem nigga, we get it cookin, its true But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you (Yup) A parody, right down to Jeezy video I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy) And Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan I was hoppin off the Greyhound, be the man How could he be the man, huh, only reason fam I dont suck dick or kiss ass, and Im conceited damn But we hork yo, right where you walk Hov You could fool the rest of the world, long as New York know We put you underground, clown, they gon check the cellars I know he 40 years old, I dont respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers [Chorus:] You gotta hear this, the way we gettin this paper All my niggas is comin straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-ridin the Dips, steady tryin to play us But you ' (Dipset) Nearly 40 and niggas totin a gun (Dipset) This is 40 and nigga we from the slums (Dipset) Pushin 40, nigga you not the one Its Killa Season, holla at em nigga, cuz here it come [repeat] Killa, lets go Who could fuck with me, no mammal But we tote handles, at ya open-toe sandals And you look like Joe Camel Off of Rocafella, right' No contact We bust the flyest joint, they put us out the contract I left the label, right' Lotta cats wonder how Every time I dis that label, I get fined a hundred thou Just for tellin yall I get fined a hundred thou Huh, them cats are ill, 5 times, a half a mil Want to complain like a bumper sticker, smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill, but them cats in daffodils East coast, west coast, slay, or cap ya peel Down in Houston, ask B, Im a mack for real Heck he tell me, respect better dwell me Beyonce, fiance, check my second LP I might bring it back Thats ya girl, thats ya world Had the thing fuckin singin about slingin crack Mr Rocafella, stop stop stop it fella Still got a acapella, but I will ak in yella (Put it in ya mouth) (Put it in ya mouth) It aint my fault Im raw Im sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed Un over Charlie Baltimore Sucker for love' Mm-mm, sucker for love Kill a bitch, go to trial, handgun stuffed in a glove Ima hop in her bed, dog or just pop off her head Tell O-Jay-z chill, cockin is dead [Chorus] Yall niggas dont want it with us man, this round 1 of 15 rounds, B. We ready. You aint gon bluff us with no concert, sell out 25 000 actin like you gon dis us. You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man. You aint gonna Sadam Hussein it, actin like you got something over there, you doin what Mase did, you making stupid songs man. Let it out, man. We ready for 15 rounds man, and all I did was battle once, everybody gettin ready to step up to the plate and Im gon step up again, and slam - grand slam your ass, pardon me. Dipset. I know you. I know you like that. I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder. Chipped in for the GS. You Jazs old son. Wheres Sauce Money at' Wheres the, like... where they at' Ima get back to all that. Dipset yall. Round 1. Let the games begin dog. Haha, Im laughin at your ugly ass, no homo. You ugly dog, you ugly. You ugly man. You ugly. Oh man Im sayin you look like Fraggle Rock and all that. You old out-fast nigga. Ill get back to you, nigga. [Chorus] [ You Gotta Love It (Jay-z Diss) Lyrics ]
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