Dissing These Fools – D To The S – letras

You could suck a dick with ya lipBut that still don’t make your mouth.. wiiide enoughOr big enough to disThe shit done got me pissSome nga from new jersey, the t-neckWont give us our respectSo watch me wreck and ejectThat naughty by nature shit from my tape deckI hate treach, watch a nga from the ill state flexAnd break necks of those emceesThat wouldn’t notice notice meClaim to give me my propsBut standing on the video with jodeciDidn’t know you the beat down?You had to lose to r&b soundDissin the t-o-x i cease townYou catch a beat down, he foundPolice protectionBut i burn em like an std erectionOr a yeast infectionHit em when he’s least expectinHe’ll be correctin every wordAs my feet meet his rectumAnd now he’s crying ‘boo-hoo’As i manifest like the guruGot the half the ny soundin wack as you doI dont think you knew the consequenceWhen you come against, ngas with lyrical dominanceUse some common sense,Or i’ma pinch more than a inchFrom your gut when i buck a shotYa sweet like buttascotchCall my city wack, but it’s notAnother sucka got droppedCause he wouldn’t give me my fuckin props[2….]If treach is a quest to test usHe’ll feel the hollow point through the breast ofHis vest thrust and make his chest bustI’m unimpressed, thus, with his best cutsHe just addressed us, because he’s all on ngas out west nutsI guess guts compensate for the skill he lacksWhile he makes silly tracks,I make thick cuts like hemophillacsHe really acts hard sportin master locksBut i bet the ghetto bastard jocks when you pass the glockAnd if his ass could box, why the chainsaw?All these gimmicks is the main flaw – i came rawWhile he sings about a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spatMy city’s phat, it’s a pity that the nga won’t admit hes wackWhere’s his titties at, cause that’s what bitches growFuck a flow, to his girl i throw a vicious blow, so the stiches showSo let these bitches know chi being wack aint the fucking tasteDuck in haste, cause i might spit right in your fucking face[3…]They say a chain is only as strong as its weakest linkAnd you’re just that, so fuck what some naughty ngas thinkYo, tell me what’s on your mind callin my city wack?You must’ve robbed the dope man and smoked a fifty sackOf that crack, you need a fix, sonWhy smoke a glass dick when you could suck a big ass dick like this one?Cause when i come i’m cumming on your faceYa lyricals aint flowin and on top of that your tracks aint got no bassI can’t stand when muthafuckas try to test my shitUnless i hit with em face to face and he’ll see how fresh i getI admit i should’ve took time to hear him out,But why when i go to a party of emcees and clear em outYou hear about dozen treach’s kick that same old shitI dont think they tangle withA nga that’ll chop a ngas head offIs how i let off some steamGet it off my chest,But give that a punk a bandage for his wounded ches