JAY-Z, Sauce Money - Dead or Alive, Part 2 (Disses 2pac) lyrics

It's the number one crew in the area!

The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor

Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
So don't try to front, troop
When your style is played out
Just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu Tang shit
So protect your fuckin' neck, nigga!
Not a role model, I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I
Got skills out the ass, nigga!
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still jel' me
Without a motherfuckin' LP

It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"
It's the number one crew in the area!
"Known for sendin' garbage MC's
To the graveyard"

Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers
To try to flip so I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they
Lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four-fifth
Ah, fool! Ah
Goodbye! No need to try to lie or cry
It's time for motherfuckers to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards
I'd be missin' a whole deck
Strap up a MAC clack, clack!
Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats
The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats
'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wonderin' how the fuck did
This madman get cut loose?
From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids
For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I startin' killin' squads of prison
Guards in the prison yard
One-two, everybody's through
I told y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are

I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I got more then
Take the shit he got, biatch!
Spit poison and fuck if the city rots
The whole world supposedly tryna
Dispose of me
You must know I give a fuck though
Got a mean rebuttal
Try me! See where your luck go
You know what though?
I'm what you don't get a second chance at
Think you can chance that?
I'm laying niggas down ba'y bro
Think you can stand that?
Your train of thought derails like Amtrak
My grand stack, hands free and a six dippin'
Jam packed
Me, my crimees, and a couple of dime pieces
A bunch of rolexes
Unlimited credit line visas
Heat is for niggas that want to
Touch but can't reach us
To each his own y'all can eat this chrome
Leave him speechless when the
Lead reaches his dome
Life ain't nothing but beaches and homes
It's Murder (Sauce Money)
Got what you craving
Instigate beef on the block to cats blazing
Somebody ass out when they gun jam now
Let's take a look at one man, undefeated
Crazy drama, this rap shit keep him heated
Pull out on him, should've meant it
Thoughts break out, rash
Allergic to anything with sugar in it
Harshly brung, ungodly slum
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son!
Ain't nothing nice
Flushing Avenue to be more precise
Never discount it, if you want it
Pay the full price
With a gleam, much on your team
Don't miss the parade
Kiss of Death like Nicholas Cage
It's the brigade kiddie
Throughout the city you're slayed
Ain't nothing pretty
But pretty blow like it's a grenade
Here's the scientific
The aftermath left it half naked
Love is love so let my staff wreck it

If it's jewels you like
You fools gonna fuck around
And lose your life
And I just bruised your wife
Don't get it confused like
Cause we in the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z motherfucker who think this is
On the celly bumpin' Makaveli
I hold no grudge
You diss me, I diss you, love is love

I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release his spirit
The known truth: had a bad
Habit for blowing loot
Two niggas on the roof busting
Down at the phone booth
Running for cover at point blank
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines throughout the alley
Unknown figures said
Trigger lead knew how bad we
Needed the nigga dead
Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated
Minds is taking over
Conjure all ways escape closer
Never spar drove the car to
The edge of the tar with intentions to scar
Shooting motherfuckerss to Allah

And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit
Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious
I run through ya with a
Maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight
Out the fuckin' sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack
I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like
A motherfuckin' stun gun

The way I rock, no way you could stop
I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own
'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-pound the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake
Rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one
Fuckin' A! Fuckin' Jay! Ill with skill
So ladies, step up, I get around like a wheel
I'm never chokin' off chronic
Skills are bionic
Bitches are screamin' like Onyx
Respect that I'll peel a punks
Cap back and sign it
Creep through your block, fuck a Glock
I step through your neighborhood
Armed with nothin' but a rep
I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they
Can feel 'cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line
And it's kill kill kill kill

Yo, you step up and you'll get
Played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since
You wanna be the Fall Guy
So mess around, you'll be a dead man
I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggidy check yourself 'cause I ain't
Workin' with a full deck
I'm lethal, eatin' people
Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel
Head or gut like Illegal so what'cha want?
Yo, I'm strapped with the gats
Step up plap, plap!
I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool
I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop
A nigga disagree? Bring it
On and get dropped!
I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec
Smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels
I tell em' big up, big up! It's a stick up
Stick up! I stick and move!

And that's how we do
So IU, grab the gat and let loose

Yo, rat tat tat, I got the gat cocked
Nigga we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave
Your pussy ass comatose
I'm shootin' up like the West is
Fuck suggestions!
I'll blow out a nigga's intestines
Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec
Nine mil' on your neck blood
Spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand larceny
Arsony, niggas don't want no parts of me!
Never passed up a fast buck ask the last duck
His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?
I'm wanted for slayin' cops
Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops
But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit
Niggas coppin' pleas
But I ain't tryin' to hear shit!
I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast
If you die and come back I shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You tried to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
'Cause you're marked for death