Got to Love It (Jay-Z Diss)

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[Cam'Ron] Uh Dipset! Fore I set it off O.K. First off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin this, I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty First - you stole Rocafella from Dame Second - you stole Kanye from Dame Third - you stole Rocawear from Dame Forth - I seen the 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 80's baby You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? [Cam'Ron] Backup, this one ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Ms. Wallace Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin And he came dressed dog, ooh stylin It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+, heh not in here Deaded pronto, you won't see a car. No Dame and Big bitch for years, now you on hoe He on the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City Bitch your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a harlem nigga we get it cooking it's true But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you A parity right? Down in Jeezy video I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho And Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan I was hopping off the grey hound, Peter Pan How could he be the man? Ha only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know We put you under ground clown, they gon check the cellars I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers Youse a customer buster, here go jet propellers [Chorus: repeat 2X] You got to hate us the way we gettin this paper All my niggaz are coming straight from minimum wage Niggaz dick riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset - hittin 40 and niggaz we totin guns Dipset - this is forty an nigga we from the slum Dipset - pushin 40 nigga you not the one It's killin season, holla at a nigga cause here it come [Cam'Ron] Killa! Let's go Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Gamble Off of Rocafella right? no contact But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred-thou Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred-thou Heh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills East coast west coast slang yo cap ya bill Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fella Still got our acapellas, but I will ock-ya-bella [Hook] put it in ya mouth uh put it in ya mouth put it in ya mouth uh put it in ya mouth [Cam'Ron] It ain't my fault I'm raw I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed UN over Charlie Baltimore Sucker for love, hmm-hmm sucker for love Killa bitch go to trial hand be stuffed in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead" [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man This just round one, 15 rounds B We ready, brake off bluff, professional concert,sell out 25 thousand Actin like you gon diss us You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man You on some Saddam Hussenin Acting like you got something over there You doing what ma$e did, you making super songs man Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man And all I did was battle once Everybody getting ready to step to the plate And I'ma step up again and slam, grand-slam yo 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 Jaz old son Where's source money at? Where's the like, where they at? I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dawg Round one, let the games begin doggy Haha ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more YOU UGLY DAWG! YOU UGLY! You ugly man, you ugly My man UN said you look like Fraggle Rock and all that You on outfast nigga? Get back to you nigga Nigga OH! [Chorus] Oh shit, yo dude make sure you got them old vocals Bring 'em up real quick (Beyonce vocals) Yup, yup that's her, yup we got 'em

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