J-Kwon

J-Kwon - I'm Focused (Chamillionaire, Fat Joe, Lil Scrappy, Mike Jones, Paul Wall, T.I. & The Game Diss) lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil' Ed)

[J-Kwon: Talkin']

Yeah, the next chapter mothafucka

Ya high, X is gonna try to sue me mothafucka

For this shit, what you gonna sue me for

If I don't got shit

You know what I'm sayin

Mixtape madness

[Chorus x2: J-Kwon]

I let you know I been to the game of pokers tired of bein broken grindin some knives instead of chokin

I got tired of movin stovey and I'm focused and my uncle was makin million and doublin Fuckin old shit

[J-Kwon: Verse 1] (Dissin Mike Jones & Paul Wall)

Right before I was a man deformerler

In the planet makin it out of the hill in way garbage can

Now I'm 19inches you could catch my hand in the game that gots you talkin' before I began

They try duh stand, stand and replied, put your hand in into your verse

Cause I'm flameable hot

I'm sippin in steady standard bringin spot you overlook and try to see the situation where they almost got shot

I need a testify, test the electricity fly specialist when situation when I need to go and testify

I touch your eyez, and look whose scared wit a mug on the hand bug you muck

You can’t stay wit a muck

You ain’t supreme mothafucka I ain’t talkin’ about weed

Like Mike Jones record work always sells clothes to a fiend

I’ma bout to wait and stuff clean wit a LA teen

You ask why the alone things I see in my dream

I ain’t dream all these excitement said everything

From the satter and batter and shattered that close to a scene

You know what I seen just like hatin and then they anger wit me

Before some case know they method do away wit my feet

It ain’t a scheme, mothafucka more like jello the courtroom

In the vivo lo lo hundred G’s you got me how I wanted to be

When I speak Davis Crackkiss in tha industry

So how you backin up in tha upside down in the Fuckin in the same week

You live wit me, kissin brat and the floors and bean

If you pleasure mean it, I’m live on the Whitney Street

Just admit that your sorry and sweet but to the beanin to the demon to the operation that will live me to sleep

I heard you screamin that the doctor amusement had to beat

For all the work if you streets damn now I’m roamin your freak

You mothafucka, check this out, check this out [Laughin]

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2: Lil’ Ed - Dissin Chamillionaire]

Tinkin formulated plast on blast on rocks Southside

You overlook like got cho slot

I gots to knot, I ring is gonna drop that watch

Drop that knot, know hand it over watch me clock

My album spot, is number one sell on top

Their ain’t no parkin plate in my ankles your CD’s flop

Until the grind graduatin from station to the satin you ain’t stayin very much dawg so you must be hesitation

Why you waitin all this money I’m makin now feel the hatred burn from these single nothin to fakin

No one know what I’m sayin and my signature is real oh you what is for real

These mothafuckas don’t no one stand how it feels, your lyin to kill

I know your dyin to squil, why you hustlin for a mill I’ma give you a sigh in the field

I’ma sign a full mill, turn it to a bulidin, dominant have my picture is so flatter to him

I said to him scared Fuckin shit I’ll slatter your wrist

Don’t even run I’ll beat yo’ ass and my behaves my still

I’m havin a new, before I just slammed you kill

What damaged could do I let your mama ran up the roof

[Verse 3: Lil’ Matt - Dissin Fat Joe, Lil Scrappy, T.I. & The Game]

I’m sick of it

Use lift someone to be get money for deliberit

Me and some boy and Johnny did a man as a lickin tits

Why you sittin’ and started ringin thinkin of this shit

Come back at me dawg you might as well consider it

As a Law Suit I’m working for the bosses smoke tosses when my head when yo’ ass get tossed

Figure it out, for the freakin kids in your house, I live wit things that mothafuckin kick in your mouth

You shripper around, sweaty cold chewin you up

Puttin you down in the shit and you out

Haha, matter in fact you take that pussy and so I’m spittin you out

Live you now try provin try givin it a knot that’s got to hurt

[Chorus: x2]

[Dj Scratch for 20 Seconds]

[Dj]

What is it

Fifty thousand fifty thousand box of Fuckin powder

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