It Aint A Secret (Fat Joe/D Block Diss) lyrics

[Chorus]
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, n*gga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
n*gga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it

[Verse 1]
This here make ya p*ss in ya sweats
You know me, Mitchell and Ness, Smith and Wess, pistol and vest
I take ya life with a sound, I got the whistle of death
Ya boy flow put the Crystal in Meth
Take the listeners breath
You won't believe what they do for c*ck
I hit the telly thrash, and slide off before the rooster crock
Pour out some liquor for Big, let off 2 for Pac
Don't mingle around n*ggas, shoot off the roof a lot
f*ck ratting, every tooth is locked
And you co-operating, helping 'em damn near recruit the block
I'm blowing heavy on the sofa with the Desi'
Just in case a n*gga soft enough to slip through the crack
I'd rather throw some at you then get my sh*t blew back
This is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track
The hood a bring the b*tch out for ya
Man, I get the Glock
My money flip like fish out water, yeah!
[Chorus]
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, n*gga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
n*gga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it

[Verse 2]
I'm staring to feel like I got it all sewn up
I helped raise a few of these n*ggas, now they think they all grown up
See these DVD G's is p*ssed off behind the scenes
Spoon fed n*ggas, clit soft as Lima beans
To be real, I don't know why I'm even trippin'
'Cause we run this sh*t, like diarrhea drippin'
The breads long, the pipe big
So I'm comfortable enough to got to court in my PJ's like Mike did
I move around with the sket, the long Maglees
So chill, 'cause you can't block those with Shawn Bradley
I'ma still be here when D-Block flops
I got more cash than them in my Reebok box
I brighten up the picture, I shine bright
Standing in my way is the only way to be in the lime light
I'm lazy when I hit and run
Which means you gon' get to c*m, even if you don't get to come
[Chorus]
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, n*gga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
n*gga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it

[Verse 3]
n*ggas stiff when I pass
'Cause I'm on a spaceship on wheels
First to death, little dude couldn't slip on pills
And you a b*tch, all you gotta do is slip on heels
Cheating on me, 'cause the house on the cliff costs mills
I get the brush on ya, give the clique boys chills
Man, there won't be no more songs steak sauce spills, I get the bills
Young black entrepre-n*gga, strapped with a vest armed with a trigger
My buddy got a twin tag-along (Uh huh)
The b*tch is a quarter
And who am I to split 'em up, blood's thicker than water
So I capture all the episodes on the camcorder
She lick it of her stomach, right after I blam on her
I turn the corner with the Mack Daddy lip
Young Supa fly, black Larry Flint in the bed
I thought about clappin' Joe, but why hit him wit the iron?
He one Big Mac away from dyin'
[Chorus]
Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with
And it ain't a secret
Everybody know you puss, n*gga
You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss
What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me?
n*gga, I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
And you can have it

[Outro]
I got it on me n*gga
Man f*ck you n*ggas, f*ck around and buck you n*ggas
Rap would be over
Man f*ck you n*ggas, f*ck around and cut you n*ggas
My career would be over
Man f*ck you n*ggas, f*ck around and buck you n*ggas
No more shows
Man f*ck you n*ggas, f*ck around and touch you n*ggas
And you'll tell