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the dying dynasty (roc-a-fella records diss) - 40 cal lyrics

[intro: nas & 40 cal]
probably end up back in the hood, i’m like, “f*ck it then”
i’m back in the hood, they like, “hey, nas” (uh) (hey nas)
blowin’ on purp, reflectin’ on they lives (uh) (they lives)
couple of fat cats, couple of a.i.’s (oh)
i’s (ho)
i’s (did he say a.i.’s?)
i’s
i’s
i’s
heheh
oh sh*t, these n*ggas be buggin’, heh
uh, it’s, 40!
ok
you know i gotta get my turn, n*gga
fight club poster child, i’m ‘posed to style, uh, i mean
these n*ggas like the old men on the stoop, man
talkin’ ’bout we can’t hustle here, f*ckin’ golden girls, ah man
shut down city the mixtape, (uh) let’s go
40 (uh), geah

[verse: 40 cal]
dipset back at it, it’s a wrap for you f*ggots, we givin’ these rappers swag classes
for rappin’ ass backwards, what kind of queer f*g put too much lip*gloss in his roc*a*wear ads?
n0body on the ave, be sayin’ “hey nas” (hey nas)
couple of fat cats, couple of a.i.’s (hehe)
ain’t that the same cat f*cked your babe mom’s
the roc gon’ do to nas what he did to nashawn, come on
our paper long, they mourn you later on
only battle ya’ll win is preforming reggae thong
i write type brazy, ice like 80, jay gotta fight in the new ice ice baby
got the fans thinking that tru life type crazy, you fugazie
just a true dike like gay*z
you dudes like women? no, you dudes are like women
b*tch n*ggas singing, call ’em tru life jennins
just s*e*x from the l*e*s, n*ggas best be stress when the set be vex, better
tell [?], tell og 1 to be calm or get harm when the homie bomb
i’m like melvin, baby boy, you like jody mom’s
saying our name in vain like dope fiend arms
my n*ggas bringing in k, put the thing in your face
you need chrisette michele to come sing at your wake
you lost one, thinking we ma$e with your “yo mama” jokes
talk sh*t but sweeter than the yo momma host
we catch ’em in the bushes with the osama toast
tryna jfk the pres like hov gotta go so
remember me twice, consider me nice, there’s no
reasonable doubt, n*gga, this is the life, i told
that n*gga [?], “these rappers like salad bars
you let us address ’em and ask ’em where their carrots are”
but i ain’t mad at cha’ll, your new dude’s puddin’
i could splatter dog, make a youtube footage
right in my catalogue with the dudes who couldn’t
since he like drinkin’ beer, (here) sever him duce duce bullets, i’m (uh)
naming ya’ll, can’t get with the set (with the set)
ya’ll wearing, training bras something to get off your chest (get off your chest)
i’m the best, you a mess, bring death (uh) where you rest, (uh) nothing less (uh) than a tech, (uh) twin [?] in your [?] (yea)
yeah, we see you when we see you, you say your life true but we don’t believe you
you need more people
(uh) the flow too lethal
[outro: 40 cal]
uh, these are warning shots
coming from
40

- 40 cal lyrics

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