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tru life - dips is over (dipset diss) lyrics

[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

[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

- tru life

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