Loose Change *aftermath Diss* Lyrics

Loose Change *aftermath Diss* lyrics

[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they
had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down
nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's
murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule,
haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me
up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's real nigga
(ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM
IMA SLAP THE SHYT OUTTA
YOU BITCH!!)
MURDA INC
NIGGAS!!!

[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like
Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An'
let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya on
down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on
ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here
lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes,
an' died like penny."
An' Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and
sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know
ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' leaked on.
I'm
talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' she told me all about how ya
used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda
Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they
leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus'
records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care
ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-D-E-R INC, I'm tha
rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss
'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russell like:

(BEAT
CHANGES TO NAS'S "MADE YOU LOOK)
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got
Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya
land,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Like my nigga J *muah*
Tha
Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha
du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
but
you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC
is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you
ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days
comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handle they business,
Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall niggas,
an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of
dem bitches
that ain't had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit
a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a
known slut,
so what's Haley gon' be when she grows up?

MURRRDAAA!!
Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall
know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)