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It Aint A Secret (Fat Joe D Block Game Diss)Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree withAnd it ain't a secret Everybody know you puss, nigga You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me? Nigga, I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it This here make ya piss in ya sweats You know me, Mitchell and Ness, Smith and Wess, pistol and vest I take ya life with a sound, I got the whistle of death Ya boy flow put the Crystal in Meth Take the listeners breath You won't believe what they do for cock I hit the telly thrash, and slide off before the rooster crock Pour out some liquor for Big, let off 2 for Pac Don't mingle around niggas, shoot off the roof a lot Fuck rattin, every tooth is locked And you co-operating, helping 'em damn near recruit the block I'm blowing heavy on the sofa with the Desi' Just in case a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack I'd rather throw some at you then get my shit blew back This is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track The hood a bring the bitch out for ya Man, I get the Glock My money flip like fish out water, yeah! Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it ain't a secret Everybody know you puss, nigga You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me? Nigga, I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it I'm staring to feel like I got it all sewn up I helped raise a few of these niggas, now they think they all grown up See these DVD G's is pissed off behind the scenes Spoon fed niggas, clit soft as Lima beans To be real, I don't know why I'm even trippin' 'Cause we run this shit, like diarrhea drippin' The breads long, the pipe big So I'm comfortable enough to got to court in my PJ's like Mike did I move around with the sket, the long Maglees So chill, 'cause you can't block those wit Shaun Bradley I'ma still be here when D-Block flops I got more cash than them in my Reebok box I brighten up the picture, I shine bright Standing in my way is the only way to be in the lime light I'm lazy when I hit and run Which means you gon' get to cum, even if you don't get to come Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it ain't a secret Everybody know you puss, nigga You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me? Nigga, I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it Niggas stiff when I pass 'Cause I'm on a spaceship on wheels First to death, little dude couldn't slip on pills And you a bitch, all you gotta do is slip on heels Cheating on me, 'cause the house on the cliff costs mills I get the brush on ya, give the clique boys chills Man, there won't be no more songs steak sauce spills I get the bills, young black entrepre-nigga Strapped with a vest armed with a trigga I run and got a twin tag-along, the bitch is a quarter I don't mind to split 'em up, blood's thicker than water So I capture all the episodes on the camcorder She lick it of her stomach, right after I blam on her I turn the corner with the Mack Daddy lip Supa fly, black Larry Flint in the bed I thought about clapping Joe, but why clap him with the iron? He one Big Mac away from dyin' Lately, I've been hearing a lot of things that I don't agree with And it ain't a secret Everybody know you puss, nigga You ain't a gangsta' you a wuss What makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me? Nigga, I ain't cha homie I got a 4 pound on me And you can have it I got it on me nigga Man fuck you niggas, fuck around and buck you niggas Rap would be over Man fuck you niggas, fuck around and cut you niggas My career would be over Man fuck you niggas, fuck around and buck you niggas No more shows Man fuck you niggas, fuck around and touch you niggas And you'll tell |