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Gangsta Shit (Dipset Diss) Lyrics by Tru Life

Tru York

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[Intro]
Got a muhfuckin' bullet for every motherfuckin' nigga who said my motherfuckin' name, nigga
Everyone of these motherfuckin' niggas, man
Fuck outta here, man
Let's get it
(Yo, what chu gon' do, man? They keep sayin' your name, nigga)
Tru Life, nigga (I heard them say your name, Lizzy)
Brought some homies with me from that lower East Side (It's Tru motherfuckin' York, nigga!) (They sayin' your name, nigga)
Show ya'll niggas how the fuck we ride, nigga (You gon' show 'em?)
Mister New New York (That is your name)
I know the hood wanna know (They do wanna know)
Fuck goin' on, nigga (What's goin' on, nigga?)
Niggas is talkin' this and that (I'm hearin' them on the internet)
Claiming they want war, nigga
I'm lock and load, motherfuckers
I want war, nigga
Fuck you niggas want, nigga?!
It's that gangsta shit, nigga (Brrrrrrtttt)
Let's go nigga!
[Verse]
These clown niggas shootin' air balls while we dunk on niggas (Ballin'!)
Catch 'em at the light, I might dump on niggas
I tried to warn 'em like global warming, Roc La Mafia, yeah Lizzy was sworn in (Sworn in)
Lower East Side, it's our time to storm in (Woooo)
Mac under the seat in a coupe that's foreign (Pow)
Motherfuck radio, the game is boring (Boring!)
This for my [?] [?] niggas out transforming (Woooo)
Got my poker face on, this time I'm all in
Lil niggas go play, ya dealin' with grown men (Yeah)
Quit askin' me was I gon' fight for 50 thou, (Hahahaha) I'll whip his ass for free (Clown ass nigga) and throw 50 in the crowd
That Tru dude, yeah, I'm true dude (I'm true, nigga)
And all you lil rap niggas starting to look like food (Yeah!)
How you diss a nigga you ain't never meet in your life? (Huh?)
I'ma show you what hell's like, I don' been there twice
Ya lil gremlin, dark skin, Craig Mack (Yeah)
I have my 1-7-0 niggas dump in your skullcap (Brrrrrrt)
I ain't Canibus, I ain't battlin' back and forth ([?])
When you see me, you the toughest out? Let your chopper off
To the Shiest kid, let me catch him in the club (Let me catch that)
I'ma crack his head open with a bottle of bull (Woo)
Takin' pictures in jewelry stores like you rob me (Huh?)
That's not gangsta, that's the hoest shit I've ever seen (Hahaha)
I'ma put your chain on Ebay and I don't need the cash, I'm allergic to 10 karat, your chain gave me a rash
[Outro]
Yo G Stacks, baby
This bullshit ass chain just gave a nigga a rash on his motherfuckin' neck, man, hahahaha
You hoe ass niggas
Takin' pictures in jewelry stores like you rob niggas, man (Ayooooooooo!)
Purple City, Byrd Gang, hahahaha, you hoe ass niggas
Tru Life, nigga, Jimmy Neutron you should'a warned these lil niggas, baby
I'm motherfuckin' Kevin Costner
I'm The Bodyguard, baby, you never disrespect the bodyguard, that's what you don't do, man, hahaha
Ya'll niggas talkin' 'bout ya'll ballin'
I ain't never seen a nigga in the club with a purple bottle, ever
I've never seen a baller with a purple bottle, let's cut it out, man
Hahahahahahaha, ain't nobody drinkin' that shit, nigga
I seen the G3 in the video too
Nigga, we flyin' on these G4s and G5s with the Roc-A-Fella logo on the wing, nigga
We don't never see ya'll in Teterboro
Ayo, Juelz, man, what are you talkin' 'bout now?
You the richest nigga out, talkin' 'bout your money come fast like leopards, nigga, slow down, nigga
Fore I push your motherfuckin' album back, nigga
Have the big homie throw your shit on the shelf, hahahahaha
Nigga it's R-O-C for life, nigga
Ya'll niggas know I'm in the streets all day, nigga
Lower East Side riders
Yeah!
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