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mdot 59 - 2 minutes of disses lyrics

[verse]
n+gga who want the lead? every trip up the block we made most of them fled, we not into the dissin’
dayhound, q, n+gga bino got hit in the back of his head
n+ggas keep making this sh+t sound good, but word to bro we been giving ‘em belt
1k was a hooper but he started following pop, got a shot [?] sh+t that he felt
free baby j, i could really get into the street sh+t but i’ma break sh+t down
n+ggas was laughing when i got scalped, everyone on that side had a laugh and a smile
oldhead spanked, they said it was n0body but n+ggas walkin’ around with a+ (frown)
1k was the main n+gga poppin’ and sh+t, n+gga then he got popped and his face hit the ground
babystackz was a demon, dancing in every lil’ video acting like he did it all
n+ggas ain’t learn from the hound to stop lacking by davo, they know how i get by the store
he started runnin’, he heard a shot and the bee got stung n+gga dropped to the floor
n+gga pop was just ducking and they know vibes, n+ggas know how we get, n+gga, how many more? like
tryna mention my b+tch, n+ggas dyin’ for less
n+gga pop should’ve died, man that n+gga is blessed
dayhound, n+gga got hit in his chest
1k got hit, where the f+ck is the ref?
4deuce, n+gga got hit with a .tec
why the f+ck is they mentioning x?
bino, headshot, n+gga was dead
ek is a b+tch, should’ve crawled to his death
word to bro they can’t mention the fl!cks, every trip on the opps we was outside hoopin’
like what the f+ck is we doing, the kreeps keep dissing, we outside troopin’
like give a f+ck ‘bout a makk, n+ggas know i’m the hat, what the f+ck is we doing?
i was never a rapper, i really put on for this sh+t, better ask who was doing the shootings
can’t name a block that’s up on the fl!cks, every trip up the block started waving the grip
i know you gon’ bring up the os, couldn’t get to the hill so we had to go fl!ck on a glitch
why the f+ck this b+tch sucking my d+ck?
f+ck g, n+ggas smoking him down to the clip
tic+tac+toe, n+ggas boxing ‘em in, we start x’ing them out with the back of the grip
lincoln dead, egk, had ‘em ducking they heads
harlemk, we could go fl!ck on a makk but i want me an oy instead
ogzk, n+ggas smoking they dead, we not deadin’ no beef n+ggas said what they said
they was just trolling the blazer, they need to go check on lil’ raf, caught a punch to the head
fl!ck, fl!ck, n+gga we in the back of the ‘nick word to bro n+ggas smoking on damo
mattsav, g2g, n+ggas smoking ‘em both, they got hit with a two piece combo

- mdot 59 lyrics

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