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letra de peace god (wu-tang clan & ghostface killah diss) - 50 cent

[intro]
yo man f-ck them n-ggas man
f-ckin’ fake ass rappin’ a, yo check this sh-t out son

[verse]
yo, yo, yo, yo, ayo
now n-gga you can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
either way you go against me, you still gon’ die
i got four macs, a few nines, i’m ready for beef
you wanna talk, it ain’t about money, then let it be brief
i need a drop for when it’s a hot, hummer for when it’s cold
an ill attorney’s in my corner when these fake n-ggas fold
sh-t i kick f-ck wit n-ggas mentally, makes ’em wanna mention me
and see me doin’ a quarter century in the penitentiary
nastradamus predicted 50’s the future, that’s a fact money
i run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
i’ma tell ya’ll what papi told me
i got what you need, (19) 35 a ki
i stay catchin’ a stunt, frontin’ in somethin’ mean
and i clap any n-gga for the right amount of cream
run up on them all wit the same problem solver
beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
buck got me out my bed to kick this sh-t
now y’all n-ggas know fo sho i’m gon’ spit this sh-t
got that marijuana persona, say whateva i wanna
bring it to any n-gga or b-tch that want drama
yo them staten island n-ggas still puffin’ them dust blunts
country motherf-ckers, still rockin’ them gold fronts
n-ggas out in cali still wearin’ them ??? jamaican n-ggas still puttin’ designs in they f-ckin’ hair
heard ghost album them n-ggas talkin’ that dumb sh-t duke
i got a sh-ll for every dust-head you run wit, what
[outro]
50 cent n-gga (i ain’t even tryin’, i ain’t even f-ckin’ tryin’ and i’m iller than these n-ggas)
2000 sh-t
b-tch ass n-ggas (n-ggas is f-ckin’)
makin’ skits, change your voice right
yo this is clyde smith (this is clyde smith right)
ha ha f-ckin’ f-ggots (stinkin’ ass staten island n-ggas)
bunch of f-ckin’ dirty n-ggas
makin’ songs about pickin’ roaches out cereal
f-ckin’
believe these n-ggas
ayo n-ggas promote me more than my label
see ’em they be like peace god, know i’m mean
peace god
all that sh-t right, what happened to all that gangsta sh-t you know
peace god
??? straight b-tch, peace god
yo and the sh-t that f-ckin’ irks me is i seen this dude
in the sky lobby you know what i’m sayin’
in f-ckin’ columbia and i said “what’s up” to this dude you know what i’m sayin’, he said “yo, yo i’ma holla at chu”
know what i’m sayin’
n-gga ain’t, wasn’t kickin’ none that gangsta sh-t clyde smith was kickin’, you know what i’m sayin’
i know clyde smith is
another side of you b-tch ass n-ggas, you know that’s what you in
you are when you in the booth
i don’t know who that was you what i’m sayin’
don’t matter tho
it’s on your sh-t so it was you ghost ha ha ha
f-ckin’ f-ggot

- 50 cent

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