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50 cent - peace god (wu-tang clan & ghostface killah diss) lyrics

[intro]
yo man f_ck them n_ggas man
f_ckin’ fake ass rappin’ a, yo check this sh_t out son

[verse]
yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
now n_gga you can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
either way you go against me, you still gon’ die
i got four macs, a few nines, i’m ready for beef
you wanna talk, it ain’t about money, then let it be brief
i need a drop for when it’s a hot, hummer for when it’s cold
an ill attorney’s in my corner when these fake n_ggas fold
sh_t i kick f_ck wit n_ggas mentally, makes ’em wanna mention me
and see me doin’ a quarter century in the penitentiary
nastradamus predicted 50’s the future, that’s a fact money
i run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
i’ma tell ya’ll what papi told me
i got what you need, (19) 35 a ki
i stay catchin’ a stunt, frontin’ in somethin’ mean
and i clap any n_gga for the right amount of cream
run up on them all wit the same problem solver
beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
buck got me out my bed to kick this sh_t
now y’all n_ggas know fo sho i’m gon’ spit this sh_t
got that marijuana persona, say whateva i wanna
bring it to any n_gga or b_tch that want drama
yo them staten island n_ggas still puffin’ them dust blunts
country motherf_ckers, still rockin’ them gold fronts
n_ggas out in cali still wearin’ them ??? jamaican n_ggas still puttin’ designs in they f_ckin’ hair
heard ghost album them n_ggas talkin’ that dumb sh_t duke
i got a sh_ll for every dust_head you run wit, what
[outro]
50 cent n_gga (i ain’t even tryin’, i ain’t even f_ckin’ tryin’ and i’m iller than these n_ggas)
2000 sh_t
b_tch ass n_ggas (n_ggas is f_ckin’)
makin’ skits, change your voice right
yo this is clyde smith (this is clyde smith right)
ha ha f_ckin’ f_ggots (stinkin’ ass staten island n_ggas)
bunch of f_ckin’ dirty n_ggas
makin’ songs about pickin’ roaches out cereal
f_ckin’
believe these n_ggas
ayo n_ggas promote me more than my label
see ’em they be like peace god, know i’m mean
peace god
all that sh_t right, what happened to all that gangsta sh_t you know
peace god
??? straight b_tch, peace god
yo and the sh_t that f_ckin’ irks me is i seen this dude
in the sky lobby you know what i’m sayin’
in f_ckin’ columbia and i said “what’s up” to this dude you know what i’m sayin’, he said “yo, yo i’ma holla at chu”
know what i’m sayin’
n_gga ain’t, wasn’t kickin’ none that gangsta sh_t clyde smith was kickin’, you know what i’m sayin’
i know clyde smith is
another side of you b_tch ass n_ggas, you know that’s what you in
you are when you in the booth
i don’t know who that was you what i’m sayin’
don’t matter tho
it’s on your sh_t so it was you ghost ha ha ha
f_ckin’ f_ggot

- 50 cent lyrics

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