Kiss The Game Goodbye Freestyle (Jadakiss Diss)

Lyrics

[Beanie Sigel talking] It's Mack, bitch! The Broad Street bully is in the fuckin' buildin' Roc-A-Fella Records, mixtape volume fuckin' one The empire strikes back, motherfuckers! Lenny S DJ Envy, holla at ya boy! Bang bang, Sigel street gang Early [Intro] Ayo they coming at my head, Hov My blood pressure is buildin' The headphones is on fire this time around, Bleek 'Bout to squeeze the juice outta this nigga [Verse] Yo Fuck the speculation, talk over Nigga, dig this: I'm 'bout to son Kiss like a soda And make J to the mwah Put his lips on his nine and really kiss the game goodbye You 'bout to really make me hurt you, Kiss Spittin' candy bars, this nigga sweeter than a Hershey's kiss Got me heated, 'bout to work the fifth Resin off that purple shit The reverend got to get a hearse for Kiss You broke Talkin' 'bout you rocked ya self out When I see you gon' really wish you knocked ya self out Want it with Sig'? Need the whole Lox to help out It's just me, I don't need the Roc to help out I can tell why Styles say he the ghost of this shit I could tell in ya style he write most of ya shit Ya name mwah nigga, most of you bitch Got me pissed Can put ya dick in the dirt Fucking pussies, so I'ma fuck you when I'm lifting ya skirt We could spit it or gun it out Four fifth or M1 it out Tell me nigga how you wanna route You still living in the basement of ya mother house I tried to have a little patience but it's running out Pop you, leave the blood in ya mouth Knock ya brains out Let the doc' remind you what a thug is about And I'm talking to Jada And any y'all muhfuckin haters who like him wanna put down paper Tell em meet me at any arena Bring his nina I'll spark him up, starch him, leave him stiff like the cleaners Niggas got hidden agendas We got gats hitting the engines A pocket in the coupe of the pigeons Get the S K right for ya chest Give ya long mwah goodnight, and ain't no life after death Ayo peep how I handle this nigga I'll rock your bells like L, I ain't Canibus, nigga Yeah, recess over for you playground niggas Wouldn't shoot up a ladder, slide down a board Fuck ya monkey ass bars when I'm swinging this four Can't duck when I land shots Get buried in a sandbox Sharks in the water can't swim in the pool No snacks after school, and my stomach is full Gotta bring it to him hard as shit I'll kick his ball over the fence to let the nigga know Who yard is this What's funny Jason, really think you grimy too And everybody likes you better in that shiny suit So no matter where you go, I'ma spot you Double R tee and a baldie, I'ma pop you My pump make you lift up TEC make you do a 360 Got gats that the government's got Motherfucker is you thuggin' or not? (Empire strikes back) Naw, fuck it, I don't wanna stop My gun'll pop, it's A-Fella, tell me who you wanna rock And I could show you how grimy done I'll cuff ya ass, strip ya ass, whip ya ass 'til ya mommy come I got the mask and the TECs and the Tommy guns Leave it up to Hov to X out Tommy Buns We could bet what you owe Puff and double ya debt Double that, quadruple the threat Now look what you made me do, brains blew My team of the marine blue, six coupe Skeeted out, heated out, weeded out Haze and hydro on our way to YO And that tenant shit, rented shit Extended shit You cheesecake niggas, my dogs get they spinach dipped In angel dust Come through and tame ya pups Think it's a game till ya brains get touched Yeah, nigga, let's clash the crews Attitude like Noah, gats in twos I got a hundred niggas, hundred K's Rain on you for a hundred nights, hundred days Fuck a million man march, let a million men spark Got a million men with heart Yeah nigga, fuck the peace Motherfucker can't duck the beast What made this stupid ass nigga wanna fuck with Sig? Come on dog, there's another verse I know that funeral home got a stash, reverend got another hearse Let me...