lirik lagu tru life - dips is over (dipset diss)
[intro: [?] & tru life]
yea
yea
l~e~s (yea)
ayo, tru, man
ayo, i’m gettin’ sick and tired of n~ggas, man
i feel you my dude
yo, you come out with one jam, explainin’ what time it is, man
i got you, trust me
i said
[chorus: tru life]
the dips is over, the dips is over, biddy~bye~bye
the dips is over, the dips is over, aye, aye
that sh~t is over, that sh~t is over, biddy~bye~bye
that sh~t is over, that sh~t is over
[verse 1: tru life]
you see me walk up in the spot wit a bunch of them gs
down with the team called r~o~c
if you wanna join the crew, gotta see hovie
but you can’t sound like cam or the boy jimmy
see cam and jim jones they bе dressin’ like they gay~ah
wеaring tight pants with the motorcycle chains~ah (hey, hey)
we [?] [?] game, you know my n~ggas is major
[?] hit ’em with the mac, i’ma cut ’em with the razor
i only held you down to do jojo a favor
you better call farrakhan to come and try to save ya
album on the way, you know i’m gettin’ this paper, paper, paper, ([?] [?]) paper
you better change what come out yo speaker (gay)
stop promotin’ that garbage ass liquor (gay)
cam just got shot, your man album just flop, still tellin’ lies to meeeeeeee (so)
everybody talkin’ ’bout dipset thuggin’ (one) but he still tellin’ lies to meeeeeeee (gay) (hahahahahahahaha)
[tru life talking]
i know you n~ggas, man
you could lie (one, one) to the world but you can’t lie to me, you n~ggas are frauds, let’s go
[chorus: tru life]
the dips is over, the dips is over, biddy~bye~bye
the dips is over, the dips is over, aye, aye
that sh~t is over, that sh~t is over, biddy~bye~bye
that sh~t is over, that sh~t is over
[verse 2: tru life]
ya lil dirty ass n~gga, go shave ya face
you wasn’t hardcore when you was runnin’ behind ma$e (yo, ma$e what up?)
you n~ggas are f~ggots, fold like futons when it come to the ratchets
bruce lee [?], pink belt, you ain’t a g
jheri curl juice drippin’ all over your gee
said i was mad ’cause you ain’t wanna sign me (what?)
picture me signing to koch with offers from jay~z (f~ck outta here)
bird~ass n~gga, you gotta be crazy (hey) (hahahahahahaha)
never seem to amaze me (hey)
you doin’ push ups, huh? with a b~tch on your back
i’m doin’ pull ups, pull up and hit you up with the mac (blaaaaaaat)
pull your pants up, youngin’, with them glittery belts
when i see you, trust you gon’ sh~t on yourself (you gon’ see)
couldn’t give ’em out for free to a f~ckin’ [?] (uh~uh)
k!lla who? n~gga, k!lla cam
last time i checked that b~tch n~gga ran (runnin’)
you should be ashamed of yourself, outshine by your hype~man (hahahahahahaha)
max lock now who doin’ jim writing (who gon’ write now?)
your ballin’ but your man doin’ stick ups (hey)
i guess your paper ain’t that long, n~ggas
ya claim, i claim the fame was [?] [?] (well)
add another to the list, purple city, byrd gang
you want it back? send over them ten stacks
on your mixtape was praising me, n~gga, and that’s facts (your mixtape)
knowing the game thicker than glasses on un casa
i’ma finish the rosta ‘fore i finish my pasta
juelz a featherweight, i ain’t gon’ clap you (uh~uh)
hop out the coupe and have my b~tch, b~tch slap you (pow)
you grill ’em, i k!ll ’em and hop on the van wycks (hey) (that’s right)
you ain’t know? you know now, lizzy, the boy’s sick (hey)
and i just ain’t gangsta, n~gga the boy spit (boy spit, n~gga)
oooooooooooooooooooooooo ([?] east side)
what’s a matter with you jimmy neutron? all you bird n~ggas out of touch (uh~uh)
j.r. and h~ll rell won’t sell don’t you know them b~tch n~ggas suck (they is not gonna sell)
you better change what come out yo speaker
stop promotin’ that garbage ass liquor
cam just got shot, j.r. writer just flop, you still tellin’ lies to meeeeeeee (n~gga still lying)
everybody talkin’ ’bout the dipset thuggin’ (ballin’), n~gga still tellin’ lies to meeeeeeee (n~ggas is not ballin’, hahahahaha)
[outro: tru life, cam’ron impersonator & j.r. writer impersonator]
i see you doin’ all them push ups and sh~t, n~gga, you tryna get brolic (meeeeee), you tryna workout
b~tch ass motherf~ckin’, n~gga
i’m sick of the games, n~gga, f~ck this sh~t
matter fact, hold on, hold on, hold on, we got the beef mix
hold on, hold on, stop that sh~t, n~gga (meeeeeeee)
i’ma let cam’ron spit somethin’, beef mix
yo, yo, yo, i got the movers movin’, i’m the pink panther, man, my panther’s pink, my mink’s mink (yea)
[?] we do it, louie is [?] (wooooo)
ayo, ayo, they not ready, not ready
yeah you k!llin’ that sh~t, you k!llin’ that sh~t
yo tho, yo, yo
remix! (grill ’em, grill ’em, grill ’em, grill ’em, grill ’em, grill ’em, [?])
the writer of writers is comin’ up next, come on, j.r., your turn, your turn, let’s go, remix!
me and cam in the magnum wit a bunch of f~gs them, they tryna screw us, (meeeeeeee) tryna do us, screwy louie
louie a doey, nah, they not ready, yo (writer’s block next in stores, it’s gon’ be first of febru~nevauary 1999, 19never~nine)
yea, yea, yea, kid, that sh~t was good, cam
yeah you ripped that sh~t, cam
i’m ready, i’m ready, i got ready, grill ’em, grill ’em
hold on, [?]
don’t touch ’em but grill ’em, oh, just grill ’em
roc la familia, tru life, motherf~ckers!
(meeeeeeee) yea
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