EMINEM - Say What You Say (Jermaine Dupri Diss) lyrics

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(feat. Xzibit)


You turn that beat up

[Verse 1: Eminem]

My music is constantly provin'

That it can put you in the mood

To jump out of ya car while its movin'

You've been waitin' on this moment

My sermon is like an omen

I'm serving

I'm Erick Sermon

I saw the window was open and I jumped through it

My shit if you don't get pumped to it

I quit

Heres my rhyme book go ahead and thumb through it

And pick what you want from it


And find something you can use to jump someone and roll up of it

I'm constantly coppin' over you squattin'

Shit has gotten

To the point where I ain't even writin' no more i'm just jottin'

This is chicken scratch

Shit is sickening

I've been kickin' ass off of bullshit throw away rhymes

Pick a batch

I live for the love of rap

You crazy?

I've made beats for Jay-Z

Capri page me

If you need a beat

You Canibus then its Dre's beat

You Kay Slay the beats waved

I stay beefin' with JD

'Till the day Dre two-ways me

That its OK to stop blazin' him

Ooops I put it out

I apoligize now

Its too late G

Its on tape and the tape leaked

Say what you say motherfucker

Drama King Kay Slay motherfucker

We dictate these mixtapes motherfucker

Xzibit lace this little gay midget cock sucker


Ladies and gentlemen

This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate

Tattoo a.k.a. The Leprahcaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri

Come on ladies and gentlemen sing along


Don't think about no reason

Don't think about no reason

Don't think about no reason

To Liiiiiiive


Fuckin' faggot

[Verse 2: Xzibit]

If ya So So Def then bitch get a hearing aid

Ain't worth the gauge

Ya heart pumpin' lemonade

Hook, line and sink when you took the bait

Act ya age not ya size, not ya weight

Everytime you profess you makin' hits

Why it always got to sound like the next man's shit?

Went from Big, to Puff to Snoop to Jay

Hey Jermaine whos dick you 'gon ride today

Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre

Never liked ya fuckin' ass any god damn way

And I could care less if we label mates

I got love for the Brack

Get off Bow Wow's back

Fuck you, fuck the nigga thats writin' ya raps

What up Loc get ya L.A. pass revoked

Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked

But you might get robbed and choked

Or you might disappear kidnapped with no ransom note

Off the leash off the hook off the chain

Fuck Jermaine

You ain't got to say my name

Speak now or forever hold the dick in your mouth

You ain't the mayor you don't run shit in the South

Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon

The underage bitch in the Kelly tape gettin' pee'd on

Cock eyed midget with a Napolean complex

You represent nonsense

Harlem Shake to that high jumped to hell

You the best in the business I can't tell

Too late to apoligize kiss my ass

We about to cut your whole Sound Scan in half

Homie protect yourself

Stop fuckin' with West nigga respect yourself

Its a short ride to the top and a long way down

Look at the machine i'm about to drop now

This ain't no beef

Its more like lunch meat

Large caliber heat

Lets take it to the street



Ha ha ha ha

Oh my god



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