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jaz-o - ova pt 2 (roc-a-fell records diss) lyrics

[intro]
yes lord, it’s jaz+o
the originator
immobilarie, ya’ll
kingz kounty
marcy the foundation
ayo
these n+ggas bump they motherf+ckin’ head

[verse 1]
shawn story
you can not see me
the n+gga that put you on t.v
you come back with all these little f+ggots and a childish aggression, it’s you that i’m addressing, n+gga
what you wanna do shawn? (nothin’)
what you tryna do, b+tch? (frontin’)
i pave the way, you couldn’t help me
would’ve been easier, really i never needed ya
jaz+o that n+gga that didn’t carry shawn
to kane house long island in london
made you a player you drop the pom poms
got a pair of pants now you think you a man
and me, literally i’m a literally don (yeah)
beyond extra ordinary not even shawn cory barley
you did your time, my sentence runs on
that’s you label, did you sign cam’ron? (f+cked up)
selfishly walked on, bet talked on, let a n+gga shine, d+mn shawn (d+mn shawn)
you don’t listen, you say i’m dry snitchin’
confirm it to the world, i’m tellin’ the truth (mm+hm)
what i’m sellin’ is proof, stop foolin’ the youth
supportin’ education when you ain’t turn grades in
amazin’, a hundred million and hatin’
sorry and friendless, your bullsh+t is endless
i need a call sayin’ “let’s pretend this never even happened my n+gga, let’s end this”
no ’cause next is free sneezy, you ain’t diesel, you stank fat beetle
jaz+o is deadly, you p+ssy, you ain’t ready, you’s a high pitch whinin’ ass n+gga named leslie
i can’t vision a pump and a vest with that (uh+uh)
maybe some pumps and a dress with that
the next time ya’ll h0m+s express them gats
god bless y’all black, you best be strap
it’s all good, you a punk in your hood
know about geda and we, heard about you
with the gun play i ain’t heard a word about you
but i know n+ggas from brownsville chase you up and down hills
at envy’s and they ain’t had them steamers
next day in b.k. postin’ up with your [?]
lil chris, young p+ss, you’s a uncle remus
why you jerkin’ off with the next man p+n+s?
and how you freeway? you k!llin’ yourself
last seen on [?] track to iladelph, malik
y’all talkin’ ’bout me
your boys yellin’ they repo’d my v
get your facts right, p+ssy make sure (make sure)
if i needed a ride i’d take yours (mm+hm)
you ain’t gangsta, what you tryna tell me?
ya’ll don’t fight, you run, ask lb
in [?] i was [?] aight
jaz+o, dolo, ready to fight, oh yeah, they tried to jump me but my footin’ was right
tell the whole story how i step to dogs
and left eight n+ggas, no cuts or flaws
if you was in the mix, you would sh+t your draws
it’s true, the only n+gga mention [?] is you, come on kids, y’all wanna rhyme grown and sh+t
or get gun powered and lime stoned and sh+t?
the streets celebratin’ my name, you bums hate it
sittin’ in bassline stupid and frustrated, n+gga
[outro]
the f+ck outta here
yo jay for real, man
that’s some f+ggot sh+t, man
that sh+t is like some batman sh+t, the riddler like bringin’ all his goons in front of me, man, like i ain’t god, man
yo, and freeway, man, get the f+ck outta here, man, you don’t do this, man
this is not something that you do, man, ya’ll n+ggas need to get the f+ck outta here
and yo bleek, man
lb, lb’s comin’ home soon, man, so, you know
lb’s comin’ home soon, nuttin’ else to say
why don’t you just buy, but the whole b.k. a motherf+ckin’ roc+a+fella piece and chain, man
that way, you know, n+ggas can’t shout you out, man, n0body know who robbed your monkey ass
yo geda, i don’t even know nuttin’ ’bout you, man
like, tch, your, your none existent
same with that little chris, young p+ss n+gga, whatever the f+ck he is, man
for real, man, ya’ll n+ggas need to just go home, man, just be mad, man, f+ck it, i’m jaz+o, man, i been jaz+o probably before ya’ll n+ggas was born, man
i’m still here, man, i’m young, yo bleek get a f+ckin’ hairline, man
and yo, um, um, um, freeway, man
comb that motherf+ckin’ velcro, man
get that sh+t right, man
get the motherf+ckin’ bird nest out that sh+t, man
comb your f+ckin’ brillo, boy
f+ggot ass n+gga and i was in philly and you know i was in philly
and you knew i was there hours ahead of time
and you still ain’t come up there, talkin’ ’bout
we hope we got our guns
well we did

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