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letra de hit em up (don diego diss) - ise b

[intro: ise b]
i told you leave me out of it homie, but you said my name three times. you know what happen when you say a n-gga name three times, right? you see the boogieman…
[verse 1: ise b]
first off, f-ck yo clique, the whole mafiamu gang
n-ggas outta pocket tryna speak my name
whatchu mad at, homie? a n-gga out here livin’
and ain’t look back since i got up out of prison
i’m a made man, n-gga, but not like you
if you sneeze towards me, n-gga, then say hatchoo(say hatchoo)
white-collar crime, you mother f-ckers funny
i’ve been hittin’ bank [?], you ain’t seen that type of money
you’s a linkoln park leech, a cancerous brain tumor
infectin’ the set; with yo nonstop rumors (stop it)
don’t make me kick you while you down;
i ain’t gon’ sit around and let you [?] me through the town
but i’mma let you get your diss off
but i’mma klack back
after that, you can p-ss off, n-gga
i’m back to gettin’ money
i ain’t got no time to be f-ckin’ witchu dummies
i don’t got no rap money. but i still live well
but i ain’t gon’ tell
but i ain’t in no cell
jealousy bring hatred, then revenge
what do you say about a n-gga that backstabbed his friends?
but it’s on linkoln, homie, i wish you well;
and i be prayin’ for you homie while you rot in that cell(on bloods) x2
[verse 2: ise b]
wait a minute, i take that back
i’mma go to the dip(?) and get caught with a strap(haha)
and i’mma come to the pen so i can catch that fade
that’s how stupid that “no vaseline” sound you made
you cain’t f-ck wit’ me n-gga, yo chucks too small
and i can put it on linkoln, i’ll break yo jaw
don diego a blood, don’t you push that line;
tie them cherry chucks, and go hit the mainline, n-gga
but you ain’t got no strap;
so you just sit in that cell so you could write them raps
i hate to do this to you, homie, but you asked for this
now the homies in the yard walkin’ laps to this
me and sl1ck is on the plane while we laugh to this
[?] is in the cut with a strap to this
this is chess, not checkers, n-gga you a bishop
i hope that you can take this sh-t as well as you can dish it (n-gga)
wait a minute, befo’ i [?]
this is real street sh-t, this ain’t biggie and pop
if i can get it, n-gga you can get it too x4

- ise b

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