Текст песни D to the S - Dissing These Fools
D to the S - Dissing These Fools слова песни
You could suck a dick with ya lipbut that still don`t make your mouth.. Wiiide enoughor big enough to disthe shit done got me pisssome nga from New Jersey, the T-neckwont give us our respectso watch me wreck and ejectthat Naughty by Nature shit from my tape deckI hate Treach, watch a nga from the ILL state flexand break necks of those emceesthat wouldn`t notice notice meclaim to give me my propsbut standing on the video with Jodecididn`t know you the beat down?you had to lose to R&B sounddissin the T-O-X I cease townyou catch a beat down, he foundpolice protectionbut I burn em like an STD erectionor a yeast infectionhit em when he`s least expectinhe`ll be correctin every wordas my feet meet his rectumand now he`s crying `boo-hoo`as I manifest like the Gurugot the half the NY soundin wack as you doI dont think you knew the consequencewhen you come against, ngas with lyrical dominanceuse some common sense,or I`ma pinch more than a inchfrom your gut when I buck a shotya sweet like buttascotchcall my city wack, but it`s notanother sucka got droppedcause he wouldn`t give me my fuckin props***2....if Treach is a quest to test ushe`ll feel the hollow point through the breast ofhis vest thrust and make his chest bustI`m unimpressed, thus, with his best cutshe just addressed us, because he`s all on ngas out west nutsI guess guts compensate for the skill he lackswhile he makes silly tracks,I make thick cuts like hemophillacshe really acts hard sportin Master locksbut I bet the Ghetto Bastard jocks when you pass the glockand if his ass could box, why the chainsaw?all these gimmicks is the main flaw - I came rawwhile he sings about a kitty cat, so fuck that shit he spatmy city`s phat, it`s a pity that the nga won`t admit hes wackwhere`s his titties at, cause that`s what bitches growfuck a flow, to his girl I throw a vicious blow, so the stiches showso let these bitches know CHI being wack aint the fucking tasteduck in haste, cause I might spit right in your fucking face***3...they say a chain is only as strong as its weakest linkand you`re just that, so fuck what some Naughty ngas thinkyo, tell me what`s on your mind callin my city wack?you must`ve robbed the dope man and smoked a fifty sackof that crack, you need a fix, sonwhy smoke a glass dick when you could suck a big ass dick like this one?cause when I come I`m cumming on your faceya lyricals aint flowin and on top of that your tracks aint got no bassI can`t stand when muthafuckas try to test my shitunless I hit with em face to face and he`ll see how fresh I getI admit I should`ve took time to hear him out,but why when I go to a party of emcees and clear em outyou hear about dozen Treach`s kick that same old shitI dont think they tangle witha nga that`ll chop a ngas head offis how I let off some steamget it off my chest,but give that a punk a bandage for his wounded chest