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letra de your life's on the line freestyle (50 cent diss) - j-hood

[intro]
2000, uh huh
kurt flow, j love, uh
screw 50 cent, get off my d-ck, uh huh
ruff ryders, n-gga

[verse]
yo i leave 50 cent in your gut like you was drinkin’ top pop
bust at your cap and just watch ya top pop
c-ck back the nine and leave eight in your buddy
and use the other eight to leave lead in your gutty, tryna be a thug
you ain’t never bust slugs, you the type of n-gga that be shook to death in the club, i’m tellin’ you straight up
you ain’t a real rapper, cut off your hands, how the f-ck you gon’ be a clapper?
how you gon’ hold weight, wit a hole in your arm?
how you gon’ talk wit a couple holes in your mom’s? close your mouth
yo my gun froze your mouth, bullets made it hot like you had a stove in your mouth
listen 50 cent
i’ll leave your frame bent, catch you campin’ and rob yo ass for your tent
put a gun to your head, wit plastic [?], shoot at your feet and have your ass doin’ backflips
you dissin’ the nicest n-ggas for five minutes of fame
you don’t need to know my name but n-gga you still lame
it’s a shame, run up on yo ass in the rain, make you take off your watch, bracelet and your chain
it ain’t a game so why the f-ck you playin’?
in front of yo project is where i have yo ass layin’
mad rapper, i turn you to the happy singer, take you to jerry springer and smack you with my heater
you dissin’ pun cause he got the money you want, honeys you want, diamond studded rings to flaunt
big pun is the nicest biggest n-gga you know
don’t get mad cause a fat n-gga f-ckin’ yo hoe
i’m in your h double o.d holdin’ yo gun
or at the daycare center where i’m holdin’ your son, it’s j hood, i dare you to come to j, hood
anythin’ you can’t spit i’ll bet’chu j could
i’ll blow your arms off and have it grabbin’ your chest
who wan’ test? i’ll leave your cerebellum layin’ on your vest
let y’all black belt n-ggas play jackie chan
my last name ain’t ripple but i’m jackin’ your man
a hundred percent blacker than the ku klux klan
thugged out, my slugs’ll go in and leave you slugged, now you think you bugged out
j’ll have your blood gushin’ out
your tongue hangin’ out
and your gums hangin’ out
i spit at the church and have your nuns runnin’ out
you callin’ your man? what the f-ck can he do?
when i load the clip and empty bullets at your [?]
i ain’t a man yet but i ain’t too far from it
if you got somethin’ i like, with no legs i’ma run it
i spit hydrochloric acid at y’all stupid as b-st-rds
basically you gon’ be burned to death in your casket 50 cent

- j hood

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