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s. hall - mean streets of boston freestyle diss (eminem diss) lyrics

[intro: shall]
yeah
uh huh
yeah
uh, that’s right
allow me to retort (yeah)
i don’t slim shady got the memo about the bean boys, it’s shall man

[bridge: truth hurts]
i know
you got your eyes on me (uh huh, undertaker)
i feel you watchin’ me (let’s go, yeah it’s like that, look)
but it ain’t (look) hard to see that you (yo) can’t see me (yo)

[verse: shall]
i’m from the b.e.a.n. the home of da made men, the mobster haven (that’s right)
and gangsters don’t par wit fake men in blonde wigs, we stay far away from them (h0m+)
what you know about time in the state pen
don’t ever mention ray’s name еver ever again (nеver again, ??? ???)
wanna make friends
don’t wanna make enemies, really
i show you shady, i bring it to hailie (daddy)
posin’ like britney, then except to be respected in the streets so what you signed 50 (yeah)
this the bean, we pulls nines swiftly
out come them slugs, end up like bugz (slim +n+s)
man this sh+t can get heinous
in hip hop suggest that i suggest you give it a rest
your not gangsta,(not gangsta) your weenie at best
you wanna conversate, man get ridda that dress (ridda that dress)
get ridda ya cape get ridda ya head
take off the mascara, my niece said you scared her man
hippy do dop skibbedy+be+bobby
i’m white and i hate my mommy and my girl cheats on me
the same ol sorry ish
anybody, somebody get this man some tissue (uh huh)
i can’t even bring myself to diss you it’s like your non issue and we won’t miss you, next
d12 they’re not worth it
next, obie trice yeah that’s right (uh huh)
obie trice real name no gimmicks
obie trice dumb name no lyrics (ah ha ha ha)
i don’t think you +n+lyze the physics of the situation man
listening to critics (uh huh)
vison gotta be hazy
you wanna diss the bean
++i think my dad’s gone crazy++
s.h.a. double l, from bean time to brooklyn
home of a da pimps (that’s right)
and crooks they
welcome to ??? man
see why we did in ’96 man (’96 n+gga)
what chu know about hustlin’ hammers (blat) and ???? from alabama wit them blammers (uh huh)
and your whole block flooded wit cameras
and the feds got wet dreams of you in the slammer
marshall you don’t really wanna fight, i know deep down inside you wanna make things right
your probably havin’ cold sweats at night
the great white hope, nah it was only hype

- s hall lyrics

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