Dr. Dre

"Backdown(FLYGOD and enterprise disstrack)"

HOOK: It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely MC Clap Back
Let a clown come to my town you know
I got that strap And I attack back
Every little n*gga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to lay that
Crackdown Next time you see MC in the hood clown
You ask homies about me, and you know I Don’t back down

Verse 1- Any living thing that cannot co-exist with fly
Must decease existing, little n*gga, now listen that dissing, was corny, come at
A rap figure who glisten like a diamond
Your not fooling us smiling, when we see
Mc got you frightened Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard tough guy
Fly we Know that you get knocked heard you get f*cked in the yard, homies call u sweetheart

Soft, in the middle riddle me this, how your diss turned to my breakfast I eat ya as a pop-tart, Steal your necklace and fame
Buy flygod enterprise off in the supermarket, n*gga step in my hood eyes watch u like a drone your a target, Yo Fly u can buy cars, but can't buy respect in the rap game your followers my followers in my hood we know your history never was bout nothing never popped or dropped heat n*gga stop fronting orges and the rest of clique put u on, now stop running around like a clown acting as a big shot ha ha, pus*y
HOOK: It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely MC Clap Back
Let a clown come to my town you know
I got that strap And I attack back
Every little n*gga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to lay that
Crackdown Next time you see MC in the hood clown
You ask homies about me, and you know I Don’t back down

Verse 2- Fly and his clique rap game is all f*cked up now, what are we gonna do now?
How we gonna defeat MC and eat man? He back around and won’t stand down”
Fly thinking out loud, drinking a cup
Of claimz nut, and EZ pea how it taste
Ride and survive till I die, west side that’s how I get down, U thought u could remove the crown, listen to how this clown battle and dissing ha ha
I'm back in the game, shawty, to rule and conquer, Yonkers and queens and Harlem and the Bronx, even Brooklyn know who lookin like the king

You sing for your hoes and sound like Barney, dress up and dance like Barbie
How you come to a gun army hardly
With ammo, you thought u won
Survey says” EHHH U wrong” can’t even
Earn money on funny steve Harvey show
I know u horny, Harley Quinn but come on joker ditched yo corny ass for a reason

You never gonna sell Orges, E-Z kaey, Claimz, ARK, them n*ggas dead, they just suck, none of your dumb crew could overrule me, their music no good, in your hood your gassed up, when you dip n*ggas trip and laugh, I’m back and better in rap on top of the game, n*ggas from your hood and the industry Holla MC “we feeling u B” you won’t touch me or pass your ass stay the f*ck outta my way, I’ll remain on the throne, I own this sh*t
HOOK: It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely MC Clap Back
Let a clown come to my town you know
I got that strap And I attack back
Every little n*gga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to lay that
Crackdown Next time you see MC in the hood clown
You ask homies about me, and you know I Don’t back down

Verse 3- I ain't telling anyone your ass and pus*y
I ain't yelling to anyone you getting extorted and deported and how u twerking and begging for clout
Ive been patently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The MC Show" this is my reign, my fame, my game, my strap, my rap, my time, my shine, a nightmare huh, ain’t fair u got to stare at a hot n*gga on TV, I feel that envy, when your real toxic energy is all they give, ran to your buddies and formed an alliance, stole their finance its not fare

MC got a pair of magic brains, twisting your words around clowns, beating ya at your own games, Pity cuz I’m litty last I heard orges got stomped out by Obie and had an orgy with His buddies, take the titty out your mouth

Stop whinnying and crying saying “Mc didn’t love me” sorry my pockets must be chubby, Id bust out, and spilled the beans all their dreams shattered, and it seems
The queens finally pop out, say something else?? Nope catch this shot, I ripped u n*ggas apart in the art a blood clot ain’t got sh*t on this hot MC, nothing won't stop me, aye 50 u was right JA rule gave Fly and his goons some attitudes, here’s his c*ck, eat that sh*t up like candy until ya teeth rot pussies tell your committees they ain’t got sh*t on an litty New York City MC
If this was court y’all dred scott I still own you regardless, and Remain the hardest let my finger and money do the honors


Yooo they ain’t gon like that mc(I know I know, aye I gotta do what I do, wars come and go, my soldier stays internal)

Rest In Peace to Flygod, orges, E-Z Kay, Catalyst Claimz, and ARK all the Gay mumblers and 14 year olds in tears and filled with fears it’s been fun killing some dumb n*ggas careers cheers

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