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letra de die another day (eminem diss) - benzino

[intro]
-taped recording of phone call between benzino and paul rosenberg-

[verse 1: benzino]
lord help us, my peoples bein’ raped (uh)
deliver me from evil and i’ll seal this devil’s fate
let’s take a closer look at what’s really happenin’
he wants you to believe that it was all about rappin’
and all i try to do is open up my n-ggas eyes
it wasn’t about me and em, you gotta realise
it’s just a smokescreen, my n-ggas there’s a bigger picture
i want the streets to pay attention cause i’m ridin’ with ya
this credibility is what we here for
then why ain’t the hood sellin’ units no more (tell me why)
labels actin’ like it’s good so they say so
epmd was always gold with no radio
now it’s time to turn the prophecy, time’s up
marshall mathers gotta die, rise up
no choice, the only way we gonna turn this sh-t around
is put this little b-tch in the ground
and these so called kings, steady going at each other
do songs with the devil, while they fightin’ with their brothers
sell a house, f-ckin’ pitiful, we always just some drama
let ’em slide through then they divide, conquer
and every plantation got a bunch a house n-ggas
d12, shady records just a bunch of house n-ggas
obie trice, is for security in your front lobby
better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
paul rosenberg, you fat f-ckin’ pig
i’m holding you responsible for what this b-tch did (k!ll ya)
cause you call me up, try to cop a plea
as far as i’m concerned you both gonna bleed (b-tch)
talkin’ bout he wanna fight, please
let’s set that sh-t up quick so i can drop him to his knees
you let a clown clown you, how insane is that
you let em tongue kiss your wife when you had a gat
how you gonna have a gun with no bullets
oh don’t worry cause when i see you i’m gonna pull it (blaah)
you dyed ya hair blond, i’m a make it red
how you gonna sell records marshall when you dead
motherf-ck make you pay for that bullsh-t you talkin’
i’m goin’ hard in the streets of new york and
just ask chuck how we ran ’em outta boston
he should have been k!lled left in the coffin
and you better keep my kids out ya f-ckin’ mouth
before i put a glock in yo’ motherf-ckin’ mouth
tell hailie it ain’t safe no more (nah)
daddy better watch yo’ back at the candystore
we f-cked up, resort to plan b
f-ck around she end up like jonbenét ramsey (that’s right)
matter of fact you better check the dna (what)
she probably ain’t yours, and where’s your wife kim anyway
she’s on her knees somewhere suckin’ 50 cent
i know you wishin’ you were there cause you on his d-ck
you dress in drag, you huggin’ up on elton john
you closet f-g, i’m a king you a little punk
you the rap david duke, the rap hitler
the culture stealer, n-ggas ain’t with ya
i’m the rap huey, the rap malcolm, the rap martin
don’t worry i’m a finish what we started
and everybody who wanna scream pac’s name
you don’t make a difference, you in it for the fame
cause if pac was livin’, he would shoot this b-tch alive
but i’m a do it for him, if the hood must survive
you sleep with five-o, you walk with the feds
better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
cause i’m a get yo’ silly -ss, find out where you lay
when debbie set you up you gonna die another day

- benzino

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