Tru-Life Sets It On Dip Set
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Tru-Life went absolutely nuts on Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones and Juelz Santana during The Puerto Rican Day Parade After-Party @ The Roxy this Sunday in NYC. The wild crazy puerto-rican brought up both of the Rucker incidents, dissed Capo's new style of dressing and called himself "The Bandana Smacker". Funkmaster Flex was on the wheels of steel and Jay-Z was in attendance. I don't know where they're going with this, but one things for sure...
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"Stan'Ron we gonna tighten up your lose lips
He sold less records than Shaq and The Fu-Shnicks
Now He's Snitching On Records Damn He's A Bitch
Said "They threw the diamond up" before he got shot
This nigga wanna be 50 Wanna follow Pac
One shot for Dip Set taking over The Roc
Excuse me, Taking over at Koch
All that my ouy-yays on Broadway
My dominicans would put one in his face in Broad Day
Your boy Jim Jones, Yeah he's another snitch
Excuse me, Jenny Jones another bitch
Chill was a rat and that's who blooded you in
Now he's getting exposed from the hood to the pen
You from Harlem, Why the fuck you on L.A. Dick?!
Certified Wanksta, made New York look Cheesy
Had a song called "Crunk Music" you ain't signed to BME
Lil' John don't rock with you nor Lil Scrappy
And your drink is called Sizzurp
Facts is facts biting ass niggas better gear up
Summer In Miami was hiding from Gangsta Lou
Wearing them tight pants that aint what the gangstas do
You saying Hov cant dress?
You pink banging bunnies, gangsta rejects!
Goin stay Winters in Miami with Trey Songz
Cause when I see you we waving them tray longs
You had a song called you aint drunk
If you ask me it sounded like you was crunk
Bad Boy, Dip Set "We the hottest in the South"
You a bird and I guess all the birds fly south
dickrider Ima put this .45 in your mouth
You got shot at at the Rucker then you called me
Begging & Pleading to bring all the Ricans with heaters on me
Backed the riders off you out in L.A.
Now when they see you they putting holes through your Pelle
Rap here is full contact nigga you smell me
Juelz Santana mustn't heard what I said
Gave him a Christmas pass he was with his nephew
Right there we could've left you
The Bandana Smacker aka The Banana Clapper
I'ma have you like "A!" when I point em at ya
Dissed you at the 'hamas, that nigga gave me dap
Yeah he pure pussy yeah he a puddy cat
Go on the radio and act like you aint know me
I'll put a check on your face like a pair of Ponys
Dip Set? Naw you mean Percocet
You little pill junkie niggas is a nervous wreck
No Anthrax here, just working techs
They so not New York, they movements fake
I'd be proud of him if he did the Harlem Shake
**Funkmaster Flex Crazily Scrams Chill**
The game is over, yeah nigga lights out
If you a rider? In his own hood get stomped out
If Cam's a blood, I guess he's a watch dog
because he aint do nothing but watch dog
Cocaine City, proof is in the pudding
Brooklyn niggas did you dirty, you softer than pudding!"
***Crowd Loses Mind***
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