k**a-kc - Get Shot (master P Diss) lyrics

Intro:k**a-kc This motherf**er man! Just won't shut up will you? Talking 'bout I owe him... b**h you owe me... I'm promoting you right now Yo let's put the nail in his coffin Chorus:E.J. I don't wanna be like this I don't really wanna hurt no feelings But I'm only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (nope) And old men have heart attacks And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so Put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignitay Verse 1:k**a-Kc I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino An eighty-three year old fake Pacino So how can he hold me over some balcony without Blowing his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh!) Please don't you'll probably fall with me, and our a**es'll both be history But then again you'd finally get your wish cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent (Hahaha) fu*kIn punk p**y, fu*k YOU CHUMP Give me a one on one; see if I don't fu*k YOU UP Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryderz and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you s**, dick In the industry, swear that you in the streets husslin' You sit behind a f**in desk at The Source bu*t-kissin' And beggin motherf**ers for guest appearances And you can't even get the clearances, 'cuz real lyricists Don't even respect you or take you serious It's not that we don't like you we HATE YOU period Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn Last week you was shaking Obie Trice's hand Now he's a buster? What the f**s with that Get on a track dissing us and kissin 50's a** And asking me what I know about indictments, bite me b**h I got two cases, and probation, FIGHT ME! What do I know about standing in front of a judge like a man Ready to take whatever sentence he hands? What you know about your wife slicing her wrists Right in front of the only thing you have in this world? A little girl And I put that on her, when this is all o-ver I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I don't know sh** about no shopping rocks But what you know about HipHop shops rocking spots? Where you the only white boy up in the b**h just rippin'? Pressing up your own flyers and your stickers, stickin' Them b**hes up after spending six hours at Kinko's Just making copies of your covers to ca**ette singles To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer Spending your whole paychecks at Disk Makers What you know about being bullied over half your life? Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white (Hahaha) Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice I'm eating you alive inside, Jesus Christ! If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down You should be out k**in motherf**ers right now! k** a motherf**er dead, KILL 'EM DEAD b*tch! Shoot 'em in the f**in head, GO AHEAD b*tch! Slap my mom; slap THE fu*k OUT OF HER! She can't sue you; she wouldn't get a buck out of ya 'Cuz you're broke as f**, YOU su*k, you're a fu*kIn JOKE If you was really sellin COKE with, then WHAT THE fu*k- You STOP for, dummy? If you slew some crack You'd make a lot more money then you do from rap (Hahaha) You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous You'll never know what it's like to be rich; life's a b**h ain't it? Raymond? Here let me break the sh** down in Laymen's Terms for you, just to make sure that you can understand it Since Canibus is using too many complicated f**in words for you Here let me slow it down for so you could understand if I say it slower ... Let it go dogg, it's over Chorus:E.J. I don't wanna be like this I don't really wanna hurt no feelings But I'm only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear that grandfather rap (uh-ugh) And old men have heart attacks And I don't wanna be responsible for that, so Put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignitay Verse 2:E.J. Haha... talking 'bout, I have motherf**ers calling your crib b*tch YOU AIN'T EVEN GOT A fu*kIn CRIB! You ain't even got a f**ing phone... f**ing bum Threatenin to shut me down at ya lil' f**ing Source magazine If I come back when did I attack you? b*tch you attacked me first take it like a man and shut the fu*k UP f** your little magazine too I don't need your little f**ing magazine I got XXL's number anyways... and y'all can't stand it 'cuz they gettin bigger than y'all Oh, and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's? When you was watching me from whatever f**in TV you was watching me from From Boston...the mean streets of Boston f**in sissy, and you got us scared up in that motherf**er? su*k my motherf**in dick Oh! And for those that don't know Don't get it twisted y'all THE SOURCE HAS A WHITE OWNER!