Figure - Dissing These Fools lyrics

Artist: D to the S Album: Talent Fest compilation Song: Dissing These Fools You could s** a dick with ya lip But that still don't make your mouth.. Wiiide enough Or big enough to dis The sh** done got me piss Some n***a from New Jersey, the T-neck Won't give us our respect So watch me wreck and eject That Naughty by Nature sh** from my tape deck I hate Treach, watch a nga from the ILL state flex And break necks of those emcees That wouldn't notice notice me Claim to give me my props But standing on the video with Jodeci Didn't know you the beat down? You had to lose to R&B sound Dissin the T-O-X I cease town You catch a beat down, he found Police protection But I burn em like an STD erection Or a yeast infection Hit em when he's least expectin He'll be correctin every word As my feet meet his rectum And now he's crying 'boo-hoo' As I manifest like the Guru Got the half the NY soundin wack as you do I dont think you knew the consequence When you come against, ngas with lyrical dominance Use some common sense Or I'mma pinch more than a inch From your gut when I buck a shot Ya sweet like bu*tascotch Call my city wack, but it's not Another s**a got dropped Cause he wouldn't give me my f**in props *** 2.... If Treach is a quest to test us He'll feel the hollow point through the breast of His vest thrust and make his chest bust I'm unimpressed, thus, with his best cuts He just addressed us, because he's all on ngas out west nuts I guess guts compensate for the sk** he lacks While he makes silly tracks I make thick cuts like hemophillacs He really acts hard sportin Master locks But I bet the Ghetto ba*tard jocks when you pa** the Glock And if his a** could box, why the chainsaw? All these gimmicks is the main flaw - I came raw While he sings about a kitty cat, so f** that sh** he spat My city's phat, it's a pity that the nga won't admit hes wack Where's his titties at, cause that's what b**hes grow f** a flow, to his girl I throw a vicious blow, so the stiches show So let these b**hes know CHI being wack ain't the f**ing case Duck in haste, cause I might spit right in your f**ing face *** 3... They say a chain is only as strong as its weakest link And you're just that, so f** what some Naughty ngas think Yo, tell me what's on your mind callin my city wack? You must've robbed the dope man and smoked a fifty sack Of that crack, you need a fix, son Why smoke a gla** dick when you could s** a big a** dick like this one? Cause when I come I'm cumming on your face Ya lyricals ain't flowin and on top of that your tracks ain't got no ba** I can't stand when muthaf**as try to test my sh** Unless I hit with em face to face and he'll see how fresh I get I admit I should've took time to hear him out But why when I go to a party of emcees and clear em out You hear about dozen Treach's kick that same old sh** I dont think they tangle with A nga that'll chop a ngas head off Is how I let off some steam Get it off my chest But give that a punk a bandage for his wounded chest