Royce da 5'9" - Shit on You (D12 Diss) lyrics

Hahaha, yeah yeah, haha
No offense to my two niggas
Y'all know who y'all are, it's personal
Motherfucker, you hear me?
I know I ain't get back to you
You dissed me a while ago, I just caught it
I couldn't understand what yo'
Fat-ass was sayin!
It's all good though (I will shit on you)
I'm home
It's time for us to talk to each other
Nigga (fuck, you)

Yo yo, I heard you on DJ Butter
You ain't slick
Somewhere in between a st-st-stutter
And punch diss
I was like, "Huh, what the fuck is this?
Why the fuck this lame nigga
Tryna fuck with this?"
You was talkin real reckless
You dissed the king
Get your eyes off my necklace, kiss the ring
Crawl 'fore you walk
Don't get caught without your gat
Somebody shoulda taught you how to
Talk before you rap
I know about how you gotta
Get walked though your verse
Niggas tryna teach you how you
Talk all through your verse the streets
Magazines still knockin your verse
On your verse
Niggas just look at they watch and converse
I'm about realism - as far as a fat nigga
That raps and rapes kids
I don't see the vision
You do front, me you admire
You told the truth once like
"I'm a compulsive liar!"
Insecure niggas take offense to the line
All in my my shit when I'm mentionin mines
Yo it's on
Better tell Von stick to the rhymes
You better run and get Swift
When I get to Denaun
It should be: Wall Street, y'all and Slum V
But no (nope) you wanna rhyme like Young Zee
Heh, you was a clown in school
Only nigga on stage in a costume
Now the world is clownin YOU
The sheriff of the rap -
Arrestin the big fat bear
That gotta jump into character to rap
Uhh, nigga GIMME this mic
You ain't doin it right
You call yourself a idiot
I'm just provin you right
This is strong over the weak
Long career over deceased
And me doin you wrong over your beat
You speak when you see me
But you talk the flow
Fuckin clown, smile nigga, honk your nose
(honk honk) you probably look at it like
I'm makin a big deal
But nigga that's what I do, I make big deals
Take a chunk of the budget
And keep they brow raised
And watch the little people split
The pie five ways
Nigga go play, matter fact, catch up
I am six figures bigger and my books kept up
Y'all a rap boy band, and you testin me now?
Y'all a group with one
Star like Destiny's Child
Fuck that! No nigga, how can I relate
To a group with four
Dudes that's easily replaced?
I erase niggas when they talk backwards
(what?) i call Paul and have him write
You off on his taxes
I'm a solo artist, you just one of the crew
Fans comin up to y'all like
"Which one is you?"
You the fat one! Tell 'em that's your name
You will tell a joke whenever too
That's your game
Yeah, who cares if you've been on tour
You don't come off
Nigga all you do is run on stage and run off
Yeah, one loose cannon - that's strange
Cause the only cannon in the crew
Is planted wherever Proof's standin
I speak to Em and Proof
I'm speakin with love them my niggas
Y'all sissy niggas keepin a grudge
I don't give a FUCK nigga
You get beat up with gloves
And if you want beef, fuck it
You can meet up with Bugz i'll shit on you!

You fat motherfucker
Aiyyo cut that shit! Fuck that nigga
You diss me you gon' get dissed back, nigga
Yo' mama, muh'fucker
And I beat yo' ass, Wall Street ho