O G Money - Shake Up (Industry Diss) lyrics

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(uh huh, it's about that time)

(going from a T-Blast, to an Industry Blast)

It's time for the music scene to stop, and wake up/

Justin B. is hot, but with a face full of make up/

Yes, this is the Shake up/ It's time for a roll call/

I'm a menace to society, but da name aint O Dog/

F.O.E. Bring heat/ Please/ get what we on/

or end up like Da Juiceman, Booed after three songs/

B.B. Kings wasn't pleased/ to me, no shocker/

OJ shouldn't have shown face like Waka Flaka/ (Flaka!)

"Going Hard in the paint", Yeah, that's my song/

While Flaka recording, Gucci Mane dancing with his mom/

"Burr" My nigga that's cold/

I hope the stunt was for sales, because he's ass couldn't go gold/

Play this song when he bomb, "This is ridiculous"/

This should be proof/ come new/ we getting sick of this/

trap rap/ you in the same pack/ as Soulja Boy/

catch feelings/ and villains/ clap like the Noila Boys/

I heard Mr. Tell 'em is beefing with Cris Brown/

Don't you know he hit a bitch? You better sit down/

This is a hit now/ Thank me for fame/

Don't get mad/ Be glad/ I called your name/

You were featured in a better song, than you can ever make/

I'm not David Blain but I'll make your ass levitate/

hungry like Ii never ate/ play this on the radio/

and change Mike Jones (Who?) to Mike Jones (Where'd he go?)/

let 'em know/ O G Money aint feelin' ya/

Rick Ross coming, better hide the paraphernalia/

Undercover cop/ and a retired P. O./

you want "the coke side of life"? better call Ne-Yo/

Hate when people speak upon what they don't know/

Cali got good for ten five, now that's a low quote/

Rappers turning actors and I aint talking Jo Jo/

but she could sit on me, and make like a yo yo/

don't rock polo, and I don't wear vans/

you like Lady Gaga, switching styles every chance/

Just dance/ because rap lost meaning/

and this happened back when T.I. Rocked the bennie/

Urban leagun getting roasted by the best/

ya'll assholes best to toast with Kanye West/

and while you're there soak game, get ya skills up/

Birdman be the name getting robbed, when the steel's tucked/

So you better kiss little wayne goodbye/

said he's the only one you kiss? So you're way passed bi/

Lil Wayne, I hope your ghostwriter can battle rap/

because you were garbage before Kurupt dropped Battlecat/

Now you all metaphors/ you and Bird a set of whores/

I'ma do you like 40 Glocc, only I wont press record/

hit you with the iron like we on the fairways/

The day I bump Nikki, is the day I wish on airplanes/

Only a few rappers in the game I respect/

Outkast, Sick wit it, and Ya Boy on deck/

Eminem go in, Bum B always Reack/

Ludacris is my nigga, Paul Wall you a vet/

So if you aint hear your name, let the beef begin/

I deliever it to your concert like the pizza man/

Hot Damn, I rock/ put me in your IPod/

even an athiest heard this shyt and said "My God"/

Cali stand up, I'ma hold you down/

O G Money the same guy who sold you them pounds/

and if you responed to this, don't expect a diss back/

just start calling Hoover niggas to try and get your shyt back/

Before I go, Congrats to Nick Cannon/

knocked up Mariah, he used hella plannin'/

Hella purse handling/ Ha he got bitched/

moved up from Drumline, now you a Hitch/

I guess that aint going to play this on the radio/

especially, when I say Lady Gaga aint a lady yo/

Damn, mayne how rude of me/

The name's O G Money, nigga go google me/<br />

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Thanks to O G Money