Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Gossip (50 Cent Diss)

rate me

I Hate Gossip

And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But

Yesterday It Seemed to just wander around until it found me,

the gossip found me

Then why don't you try proving it.

How? You don't know how to prove it?,

well, what you just do is...

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo)

Stop, hatin' on a nigga

that is a weak emotion

The lady of a nigga

And you could get tipped

like ya waitin on a nigga, and

Put a body bag and an apron on tha nigga

I give my all behind the mic,

but you could never see, if you sit behind the light and

You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight

But I'm gone wear that championship belt soo tight

And if I'm wrong, there is no right

And if I'm wrong, there is no white

I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin po-lice

And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice,

These other rappers bark,

Some of em' even bite

But I'm much more bright

I give the game sight

So before you dim the lights you just might... might... wanna

Think it over (think it over) Oo

Think it over (think it over) Baby

Stop... analyzin' criticizin',

You should realize what I am and start epidimizin'

confident, I got the heart of the biggest lion

I'm confident like fuck em all, pull out my dick and ride it

My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dyin'

It rains a lot in my city, because my citys cryin'

Because my citys dyin'

Still I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pion-eer, near Zion.

Fear God, not them

Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and

Soo-woop

And, then I leave a tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath,

Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?

I'm twisted like the strings on shoe No nigga fuck that

I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?

I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass

So in your possession, I, I, I must ask...

Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)

Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?

Drag my name through the mud

I come out clean

Cast away stones

I won't even blink

A gun is not a math problem,

I won't even think

Just leave you dead like the mink

under my sink

Don't believe in me

Don't believe me

I graduated from hungry,

and made it to greedy

My flow is like pasta

Take it and eat it

But I'ma need cheeze if I'm bakin' a

ziti.

You niggas want beef?

I want a steak and weavy, we be

Lost in Amsterdam but Jamaica where we be

Hard body nigga, just takin it easy

All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy

alot of rappers, why do rappers, lie

to fans, lie to rappers, lot of rappers

Lie like actors, cut the mothafuckin cameras

Cut the motherfucin check...nigga fuck your props

Make it out to Mr. hip hop.

I'm not dead. I'm alive

Thanks to Malcolm H. for these lyrics

Thanks to Jessika for these lyrics

Thanks to justin germain for these lyrics

Thanks to denzel W AKA the diesel for these lyrics

Thanks to Tre-von for these lyrics

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