(50 Cent Talking)

That's me saying you know what? That's for you doing that, and your gonna
Accept that, if you keep responding, ill keep going until you don't exist anymore
First you gotta have a legitimate opponant to respect him,
Fat Joe and Jadakiss, come on b that shit don't even count,
They probably sell 1. 5 together, at least they both add up
One million five hundred dollars together

(50 Cent)
Ahahahahah

(Jay-Z)
I ain't never been to jail; I ain't never pay a nigga
To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
I ain't never ran, never will
I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself
I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself

[Hook:]
Clickty clank, clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge:]
Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money
Yea, yea, get more money, more money

(50Cent)

That shit is old, don't be screamin Get At me dawg
Have you runnin for ya life when I match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its legal,
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
Ill clap yo monkey ass, yea black on black crime.
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine.
I'm in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
Got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I don't hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought " Lean Back" was " in the club",
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don't fuck wit me if you wanna eat,
Cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
But that's only in ny dog your ass is local.

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]

(Tha King)

I can make it hot, from ny's bottom to Yonkers block,
This fat bitch, forgot who the king of ny is, Aint bout shit, this is my biz,
It aint his, cus his only single was hot for a month or 2,
My single sits at number 1 from jesus's birth, to the dark of the moon,
This aint street beef, this is dog's beef, where we can bite at cha calm and neat,
Or we can brutally, turn you into ny meat,
I walk with my feet, feel the heat, you hear the beat,
Poppin shots at cha, actin like you aint heard us the first time,
Untill you finally caught up in a bind, lyrically inclined,
In the mind, crack your shoulder blade, crack your spine,
More beef, the more it's mine, you started it, ima finish it,
Bring all you got cus we aint gonna get hit,
Like 50 said, give us your hoe, all we need is A Lil Bit,
A love thing, and then we done, got your ass in dirt like pun,
You runnin from your home, cus you got shunned,
Shit we aint even started, that was just our fun,
We stackin dough, we rockin flow, don't act like you dony know,
We done warnin ya, cus now we comin for ya,
Run up on ya like a subway, and tour ya,
Buff, I'm the toughtest on the block, I'm on top,
I can't get knocked, shit niggas you act like ur pac,
Your a wannabe, cus your a not, run your mouth again,
Your bound to get shot, clickty clicky, clank, you
Just got popped again by the piggybank.

(hook)X2

(Tha King)
Gggggunit

(50 Cent Talking)

I hear everything, every little thing, things they probably thought
Didn't count cus it didn't help their career,
I still heard what you said,
They come from enviroments where they know,
They aint in the dark they know what it is,
It isn't music beef, it doesn't stem from music, it comes from actual streets,
And that don't die, and you don't stand so close to that person,
That you viewed to an allie to em

Copyright 2005 G-Unit Records
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F*ck You Back Fat Joe Diss Lyrics

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