lirik lagu mistah f.a.b. – cia (royce da 5’9” diss)
[intro]
westside n-gga
we ain’t playing out here, n-gga
with this rap sh-t, n-gga
tell you something n-gga
look, man
[verse 1]
first off, f-ck royce and the sh-t he claim
tell the little b-tch n-gga don’t speak my name
every player in the d done f-cked your wife
n-gga speaking on the bay, you f-cked for life
you shooting your little sh-t, but your aiming is weak
seems like you’re more focused on changing the beat
you flaming the heat, sounds like you angry to me
n-gga, the bullet like dennis, rearranging your t–th
leave your -ss all red like you claiming the b
no clowns, only thug n-ggas hanging with me
suge knight, you copy right, stay and dangle your feet
i strangle the beat and you don’t want to tangle with me
i’m god’s son, can’t you see the angel in me?
in oak park since ten, how you claiming the d?
n-gga, the bay ain’t g-y, we straight as [?]
every n-gga pack nines like tony parker
the nine will turn your light-skinned homie darker
you woke a monster, you fake phony author
my frisco n-gga, they said they gon’ off ya
your new rap name gon’ be royce hoffer
if you malcolm x, i’m the cia
get 2pac, b-tch, the b.i. way
got military issues like t.i. mates
[?] the same n-gga that a [?] ain’t
while you busy namedropping, the semi thing popping
you far from a kid, we know you ain’t rocking
this ain’t a detroit versus bay thing
this is mistah f.a.b. verse the n-gga with the g-y name
ryan montgomery, the broke-ss bum mc
got don cannons that will knock him out his dungarees
the mad rapper, n-gga, this sh-t is fun to me
you lost and got mad, end of the summary
you p-ssy royce, im’ma buy you summer skis
you’ll finally recognize is that, all you wanted beef?
[interlude]
n-gga, you need some attention or something, n-gga?
you wanted to get back n-gga
well you gon’ get back like this n-gga
it’s the takeover n-gga
you sensitive -ss n-gga
[verse 2]
f.a.b., i’m running this rap sh-t
royce da g-y 9 spitting that wack sh-t
keep talking and he gon’ get clapped quick
the k will make that n-gga hit a backflip
f.a.b., i’m running this rap sh-t
royce da g-y 9 spitting that wack sh-t
the insecure rapper, he’s sensitive as tresvant
couldn’t freestyle, had to use lead man
you ever come to the bay, you a dead man
my frisco n-ggas ain’t like what you said man
n-gga i’m from oakland, i ain’t from frisco
but now my city n-ggas loading their pistols
wait ’til meth hear it, [?] san quen’
it’s rap with us, but now it’s beef with them
where i’m from, when we say that we f-ck with them
we don’t got a norm, that’s how we give it up to them
so what you got, street cred, having to call in
tell your manager stop asking me to call him
trying to squash it, it’s too late to stop it
the bb gun ain’t no match for this rocket
it’s no intermission, i’m beating him to submission
if you listen with persistence, you can feel this tension
not to mention this lyrical lynching, this spiritual spitting
with precision, you gon’ find him fishing
in the great lakes, i will jake snake this great fake
for fate’s sake, he wishing that i will take breaks
how many straights to the face can this jake take?
a tre 8 will take weight from his face plate
at the battle, you was hollering “f-ck joe”
now you on his d-ck, what you want to suck joe?
stop calling baron davis, asking what’s up though
you can’t come to the bay, you f-cked up bro
yeah, we hyphy, we jump out of moving cars
and party like movie stars, n-gga we go hard
still smoking n-gga just like a cuban gar
cocaine cowboy, escobar
this between me and you, n0body else cares
im’ma beat you so bad, you gon’ need healthcare
looking at you found with “i need help” stares
my rhymes rich and famous, your flow on welfare
f-ck a punchline, i punch 9, it’s lunch time
my clutch rhymes get much shine than crunch time
i bust nine in his face if he touch mine
let me finish my breakfast, man it’s brunch time
i dissed you, i ain’t dissed the d
you shouldn’t have dissed the bay, this was just with me
you’s a has been, a f-g’s friend, you mad man?
cause you got burnt by the dragon, you bragging
i been balling, you been hacking
if i’m broke, how come i have more videos than bin laden?
this between me and you, n0body im’ma drag in
you mad man cause you lacking
the lyrical p-ssion that you had back then
you fake b-st-rd, f-cked up all of your bay p-sses
get out your lab and go to your aa cl-sses
can’t go to la, you got to deal with gl-sses
can’t go to the chi, you got to deal with cashis
can’t go to miami, my soldiers smashing
and new york, they already called you wack man
so what the f-ck is you doing still rapping?
n-ggas like you is the n-ggas that i’m smacking
you too old n-gga, you older than pacman
dirty dozen reject in rugby clothes
royce da 5’3″, he’s muggsy bogues
drunk driver rap version of paris hil’
fifty rounds will spin you like a ferris wheel
freeze up, shut up, be very still
im’ma beat your black milk ’til you dairy spill
you should k!ll kino, he f-cked up your deal
you could’ve got dre, but thank god for premo
you half g-y, you might as well be ne-yo
you need to slow down, you bobby valetino
my guns give you cancer, my raps are like chemo
i’ll bodybag you, they’ll find you, nemo
come to la, get clipped like cuttino
come to the bay, get bombed like i’m c4
tuck in your chain, i rhyme like i’m debo
ride ’til my casket drop like i’m [?]
it’s war time so the bombs will blow
when you was in jail, your wife gave me [?]
stop lying, you ain’t never f-cked mine before
i got 30 lives n-gga like the contra code
can’t k!ll me, i’m sicker than the common cold
i’m from oakland, chi town with a common flow
from the hood, i was raised on rhymes and wrote
i’ll slam you like playing dominoes
[interlude]
f-ck 5’9″
n-gga, everybody talking ’bout
“fab, why you going at this n-gga man”
this b-tch -ss n-gga lost a battle, got mad
said my name on a track
now every looking at me like i’m spazzing, n-gga
this the most promo this n-gga done had in years, n-gga
tell your fans, n-gga
you’s a insecure, sensitive -ss, b-tch -ss n-gga
that can’t take a loss, n-gga
be a good sport, n-gga, you fake -ss n-gga
[verse 3]
that’s why i hit your head, chest, abdominal
i’m a warrior motherf-cker like adonal foyle
leave your -ss hard to find like osama, woah
why the f-ck you tryna popping drama, ro?
i’ll have a gangster in your grill like drama, ho
my uz’ with llamas go on my momma though
you just rapping, you don’t really want problems, ro’
cause you already know how the problems go
look, n-gga, the 40-cal will spit
and have your body stinking like a pile of sh-t
you just rhyming, you don’t really know how to diss
the golden state warrior coming with alchemist
you garbage, your style’s like a sound of sh-t
boo boo, sh-t you say when you’re around your b-tch
you high, what you smoking, a pound of piff
i’m from oakland, california, the town of pimps
nothing circus ’bout us, no clowns in this
come around my town and get down you b-tch
you hide behind raps, you a scary girl
i don’t know one n-gga with a jheri curl
what the f-ck is you talking ’bout, comedy ro ro
you a rupual, a bonafide h0m-
it was fun at first, but it ain’t fun no more
your [?] was a big, big no no
im’ma toe-tag you, heat like [?]
royce, royce, royce, royce, royce, royce, royce, royce
royce, royce, royce, is that enough promo?
please sign this n-gga, def jam a so so
bad boy, f-g boy, a downtown soho
death is certain with no revival
right hand on my bible, f-ck my rivals
this n-gga must be crazy or suicidal
go to youtube b-tch, i got the t-tle
i spit rifles, lean you like the eiffel
you a toy roy, i’m playing you like tyco
this is not a typo, a pimp sl-ts, you wife hoes
my ice froze, i’m nitro, super duper hype though
i k!lled you twice ro
your response was cool, man that sh-t was alright though
but you quite old, i’m sorry you rhyming
you’re rapping, but your twin is mario winans
i’m clapping at you close or of afar or beyond and
you little -ss n-gga, you omarioning
you fake f-cker, you ain’t tougher, you g-y lover
ride around f-gs like mase your brother
take your b-tch, make your b-tch just taste the rubber
old lollipop n-gga, i ain’t a sucker
now my d-ck is your b-tch’s favorite color
cause her lipstick stuck and it [?] brother
cheah, look, i’ll be burning them all
royce mad cause em stopped returning his calls
rap n-gga, something i ain’t concerned with at all
trap n-gga, b-tch, i’m concerned with the laws
so you could rap rap ’til you clap clap
then it’s nap nap yep yep, it’s a wrap
rock city ain’t rock nothing, stop fronting
from three different labels, you got dropped, cousin
i’m hot buzzing, show you how to rock something
im’ma pop you, then im’ma pop buddens
[outro]
it’s over n-gga
so while you’re playing with this internet sh-t
this mysp-ce page sh-t for promotion, n-gga
hope you get all the promotion you need, n-gga
probably finna die of cancer in a few years, n-gga
if you’re a million years old, royce
for real, n-gga
for real, you should just a&r projects or something, man
get you a job or something man
stick to ghostwriting
how a kid supposed to look up to you and you look like his granddaddy?
for real
you gray or something, n-gga?
old -ss n-gga
come on, my n-gga
your hands out my pocket
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