Young Hardy - Diss lyrics

[Verse 1: Hussein Fatal] Y'all n***as can't f** with a n***a like me, we pimpin' Y'all n***as jam in the block, me and my n***a We get it, don't trip man, game won't slip man 'Zino with the man in the spot, send them n***as to the man Tell Pac we ridin' Hardy, Fatal and I am That n***a on the top, y'all n***as finna get it Then droppin' the sh** don't stop 'Til we copped them bigger guns And we co*ked it and give them some We droppin' them bigger funds And they top when' we get 'em done, so, n***a run And tell 'em how these n***as coming Y'all n***as are talking about it n***as stay' on the strip but the Glock wouldn't be caught without it Y'all n***as wanna rock 'n' roll that New truck with them stoppin' goals Coppin' o's and, n***a, we get it poppin' on the block for sho' Y'all know what's really good, Young Hardy and Gambino Fatal to Benzino, when 'Zino the Vin Diesel That's how we put it down, y'all n***as look around I know you boke it now, in where we should be now It's somewhere n***as thuggin', I know that you n***as lovin' We f**in' with n***as who get it, got it and wanna touch it [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Yeah! Uhuh We got it right now Back on the East and I'm still in the gators Waves spittin' like the rims pimpin', yep, and I'm k**in' the haters, n***a And I don't just talk, I walk mines And if you don't respect nothing else, you gon' respect this chalk line Lateef, don't talk, stop askin' questions And this heat don't spark without the match, they stress them We keep talk Glock to Glock When you gave the fare to find me out in Vegas right where Pac was shot With his face on the three-x galaxy-t Can't be my dawgs but your b**h'll teach you how to be me Call me Dizzie Dillinger I could teach you how to be free Got my n***as k**ing your Glocks and heat you out of you V, b**h The only thing that stop is your heart In a millisecond that Hammer gon' hit the nina Sluggin' poppin it apart Homie, I started at the top of the chart And I'm k**in' 'em in the whip, sh**, imagine if I stop it and park [Verse 3: Young Hardy] I give you no time to run Run up on you point blank then I fire the gun Little homie don't think, when it gotta get it done I put work on the corner, broad day in the sun Too many gunshots, kids can't play where I'm from All you hear squalay, all day when the cops come But I'm steady there smashing the fiends Young Hardy burned blocks like gasoline n***as don't play with my quota Cement feet then I drop 'em in the water Get handgagged 'til your breath run out Sixteen shots, you lucky that I left one out A lot of n***as named they best, but they left one out And they gon' mention my name from here on out This young boy spit h**n now, I won't stop 'Til a shotgun punk, start tearin' you out, G