Diss Me - Blac Youngsta

I’ll die before I let a nigga take my life

Shot him dead in the face

Next rap nigga take a shot or diss me

I’ma put him six feet, God forgive me

It was all good 'til them niggas pissed me

I’m the type of nigga shoot yo' daddy, Disneyland

Shoot him in a church, let him know I ain’t playin'

This a one-night stand, but I ain’t stayin'

If you wanna dance with the Devil, come dance

I’ma keep an alpine tucked in my pants

Hold up, wait, I’m just sayin'

I been in the game for a min', I’m stayin'

They so fake, I can’t stand

When a fake-ass nigga shake my hand

I’m so straight, I got bands

I don’t even need the label to give me an advance

DJ still gon' spin my shit

They’ll keep spinnin' that shit like a fan

If you steal from me, then I’ll cut yo' hand

You’ll kill for me 'til you have to kill yo' man

You gotta sacrifice yo' man for plan

If you don’t sacrifice, I’ma shoot you in the hand

She got sloppy toppy, keep her pocket rocky

I don’t talk on phones, need a walkie-talkie

On that gang shit, spent a couple dollars on my main bitch

Don’t you come around me 'cause I’m dangerous

Word on the street, they know I flame shit

You a rat, snitchin' on yo' main shit

That’s the type of shit that’ll get yo' brain split

Flew to Cali', killers on the plane, shit

And I’m better than yo' favorite rapper

I’ll kill yo' favorite rapper, on my Wayne shit

And you favorite rapper, he a real capper

I’m a real stepper, close range shit (Gang)

When this rap shit done, I’ma still be here (Right here)

Real street nigga come from the trenches

Lost so many niggas, it ain’t shit I fear

Every time I go to jail, first thing I say is «I can’t wait to get outta here»

(What else?)

Nigga, every time I bond out, I do the same thing that got me in there (Gang,

gang)

Next rap nigga take a shot or diss me

I’ma put him six feet, God forgive me

It was all good 'til them niggas pissed me

I’m the type of nigga shoot yo' daddy, Disneyland

Shoot him in a church, let him know I ain’t playin'

This a one-night stand, but I ain’t stayin'

If you wanna dance with the Devil, come dance

I’ma keep an alpine tucked in my pants

Hold up, wait, I’m just sayin'

I been in the game for a min', I’m stayin'

They so fake, I can’t stand

When a fake-ass nigga shake my hand

I’m so straight, I got bands

I don’t even need the label to give me an advance

DJ still gon' spin my shit

They’ll keep spinnin' that shit like a fan

You know I feel sorry for any nigga go against this shit, you gon' lose

I’m willin' to give this shit all up, nigga, I don’t give no fuck, nigga

Straight murder case, broad day