Big Poppa - Every Diss lyrics

(Hook X 3) Every diss is like another love letter That chopper help a n***a thug better, thug better I'm strictly bout whatever, c**aine seller Leave a n***a brain on Jewella Every diss, every diss (Verse) Left a n***a brain on Jewella That boy there was another level, the devil (the devil) He died with his foot on the pedal He still owe Johnnie for the (?) but whatever (but whatever) Me and my lil' partners, all of us got cheddar Birds of a feather flock together, my n***a Got the walk with the Glock with the 20 round shot See all of y'all gonna get shot together, that's better (they let em) Lemme find out that you can’'t react on the pressure And your tattoos ain't special I'll bat one of you n***as Smack one of your n***as, drag one of you n***as If you laugh, I'll do math, I’'ll subtract one of you n***as (one of you n***as) (Hook X 2) (Verse) Me and my lil' partners, all of us got bodies Don'’t know why we ain'’t school when all of us solve problems Strictly 'bout whatever, kiss your love letter To the head with that metal, Garfield - Roosevelt-ya Mobbin'’ on ‘em, eyes c**aine yellow Blanch coke, me and Ivan real c**aine sellers What the f**? I put you up, ain’t no game, I’m a beast Make me rewind this track, we was swangin'’ every week Have me last on the pedal Stetched on Jewella, mama like I knew it, she blamed it on the devil Any n***a talk a lot, probably ain't 'bout sh** South side, d**h row, I'mma slang this b**h Blood n***as, crib n***as, man they buy my sh** I might send one of them n***as to start a riot in this b**h Its the bars out the bricks, we got 40s with dicks f** a diss, just a look will get you slaughtered right quick Boss man (Hook x 2) (Verse) Eye ball no scale with that cold cup Wife beater’, my boxers’ with that chopper under my sofa Whole another level from you no mind to peons Catch your body, then I celebrate like I’m Deon What is this? Hey listen, red light ditched them Twelve mile bayou they gone find you with the fishes Every diss is like another love letter But every gangster know that chopper help em thug better Remorse, we can't show that, just show us where that blow at You hesitate by doin’ it, I’mma show you what the flow at Every diss is like another love letter They gonna find you in that bottom, they ain't gonna find you on Jewella Cold case, cover on if they ain't see nothing That chopper get they mind right, I know it ain't gone be nothin’ Send yo goons, send my goons Yours ain't gone make it Send ‘em back in a body bag with a leather ring stop fakin' n***a (Hook x 2)