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checkmate part 2 (g-unit & shady records diss) - benzino lyrics

[intro]
hehe, ayo kiss (got the juice now)
you k!lled this clown, man (d*block) (yeah, destroyed this n*gga)
rule what up, yeah (rule what up n*gga)
ruff ryders (yep)
joe what up n*gga (uh huh)
huh (ts what up yo)
yo man (the inc) (come on, man)
this n*gga jimmy iovine just playin’ (yeah) some chess ([?] what up) (yo lets tear sh*t down, man)
huh
and this n*gga here’s the queen, man (yeah, yeah, yeah) (tear it down and rebuild it, man)
[?] to go, (come on) man (come on)

[verse]
this sh*t ain’t really hip hop (no)
it’s the royal rumble (uh), 50 cent f*cked up g*unit in trouble (yeah)
jadakiss came out swinging almost murked his ass (that’s right)
why this coward keep singing? ’cause his rhymes are trash
too many bodyguards, real n*ggas don’t respect you (nah)
undercover narcs only did so they could protect you
it’s only fair that i mention you in fallin’ down (uh, yeah)
radio so scared but they on (yeah) it now
you made it hot for everybody, industry is stressing (yeah) (uh huh)
you even made it hotter for hot 97, yea (d*mn)
and i don’t know who been gassing you up (who?)
ran to me for the hammer when your ass got cut (remember?)
1*800 feds can’t help you curtis (nope), no apologies when i bust the tech on purpose (blaaattt)
my motive ain’t money it’s not why i’m here (nah), these n*ggas need to know they can’t damage my career and why game diss the source when he know he a fan? (why?)
you better quite down chump ’cause your boss is my man (jigga)
i never met a male dancer who rap before (never)
i need to know the real reason what you rappin’ for? (why?)
freestyles are basic, lyrics off beat (uh)
on the shelf five years before you on the street (where you at?)
50 cent’s a snitch (yeah), yayo could die too (yeah), banks is a h0m* (yeah), game ain’t piru
eazy was my man (uh)
you outta control (yeah) he did my first album deal while you sliding the pole (yeah)
you and 50 cent the new improve bluto and popeye
save the tough sh*t if you ain’t willin’ to pop eye
really gotta doubt you wanna take it there (nah), i never wore reeboks or them nike airs
i’m a boston ass gangsta, throw threes up
coast to coast banger, zino g’d up
n*ggas [?] forward, buck in position (uh)
homie got his chain sn*tched and [?] the spinning (d*mn)
he erased the grinning, had tears in his eyes (what) remember 106 & park only spinning the y? (uh huh)
next up another p*wn lloyd banks is over (over)
got another n*gga’s legs over banks’s shoulder (d*mn!)
you really on the low so don’t even try it (no), since the tapes came (no) out you (no) been awfully quite, i was six [?] with d12 and obie trice (b*tches)
yayo never made the board ’cause he ain’t that nice (never)
pac was a bishop, he had to go jail (what) suge had to get him out ’cause you wouldn’t post bail (uh)
game is the horse, he seems confused, you got him playin’ both sides (what)
breakin’ the rules
he really wasn’t down but he had to prove it, jimmy had to sit him down teach him g*g, g*unit
dre is the castle he movin’ sideways (yeah) he’s the first to get pimp now what’s up with that? (what’s up)
i just thump the track (uh huh), i don’t care about the doctor (no)
tech made the beat, zino break it off proper (uh)
you just another one granted immunity (yeah)
(kiss said) i bring it to your gated community (uh)
and please never hesitate on my accord, i seen the swelling on your face at the vibe awards, yeah
steve stoute is the number two castle (slave)
number one crew bowing down to the master (uh)
what kind of man gets a bottle to the dome (uh), sue puffy (uh) for a mill (uh) then is left alone (uh), huh?
horse is a pig that never fly straight (yea) (tell ’em zino)
russell simmons is jimmy’s other hord
i really care less what you offer me, i rather have a three*way with gamora [?], whoa
biggie’s the other bishop, he caught up to (uh)
play chess with n*ggas lives, i been watching you (yeah)
your monopolizing rap, i declared the war (me)
insterscope records ain’t prepared to go to war (nah)
i got your king eminem boxed in a position (believe that)
them racist tapes proved he made a bad decision (come on)
he the trl king
the hood’s coming back, f*ck jimmy iovine, checkmate, where you at?

- benzino lyrics

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