What We Do (D12 Dis) lyrics

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[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, still you lame, how is it beef
I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete
Wit any n*gga, feel the pain, my honesty just seeps
Peep a n*gga silver chain, no diamonds in the piece
I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard?
I got scars bigger than ya individual career
Who the f*ck is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes
Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artis is you
Now you done spoken up on how the heats on you
n*gga you must be smokin or jokin
Slim got 50, and now it's time for change
Shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed
And you can't even stop it
Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you n*ggas change in his pocket
Don't you n*ggas see he let you come and get twisted
And you dissin me, but you n*ggas is unfinished business
f*ck you n*ggas tryna be
On every other n*ggas nuts, in the industry you findin me
From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME!
Couldn't see me, if them n*ggas wrote you a rhyme a piece
n*ggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me
It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef
Be out every night fightin, provin sh*t
Jealous ass n*ggas, I ain't gotta prove sh*t!
That means you could die from the felt response
Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John
Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette
It'll will never be another D-12 album n*gga, what you bet
Who ain't eatin, I'mma star, n*gga, on my 4th deal
I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizarre
MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nikes
Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife
Y'all don't know what it takes to win, n*gga
I sparred wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym
So I said it you n*ggas is whack
That n*gga ask me my opinion, it's the truth, don't fault him for that
n*gga step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK
What you gon' write a diss record to the earth?
You n*ggas is Shady statistics, the whole world know
Who the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits is
Long as n*ggas is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's
You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas
I know Slim see the mistakes that he made
Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage
Even them n*ggas is smarter then y'all n*ggas, the cloth
That I wipe my f*ckin gun down, is harder then y'all
Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is through
I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder
TIMEOUT - it's over, it's over