[Intro]

This motherfucker here, just won't shut up will you?
Talk about I owe you, bitch you owe me
I'm promoting you right now
Man lets put the nail in his coffin

[Chorus]

I don't wanna be like this
I don't really wanna hurt no feelings
But I'm only bein real when I say nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap
Old men have heart attacks
and I don't want to be responsible for that so
Put the mic down and walk away
You can still have a little bit of dignity

[verse 1]

I would never claim to be no, Ray Benzino,
an 83 year old fake Pachino,
So how can he hold me over some balcony
without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me,
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
and our asses will both be history,
But then again you'll finally get your wish,
cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
gimme a one-on-one see if I dont fuck you up
Tryin to jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up
And you put Jada on a track thats how much you suck
dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin
You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin'
and beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances
and you can even get the clearances cuz real lyricists
don't even respect you or take you serious
It's not that we don't like you, we hate you - period
Talk about a mid-life crisis damn
last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now hes a busta? What the fucks with that?
Get on a track dissin' us kissin' 50's ass
and askin' me what I know about inditements-bite me
bitch I got two cases, and probation - fight me!
What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man
ready to take whatever sentence he hands
What you know about your wife slicin her wrists
right in front of the only thing you have in this world - a little girl?
And I put that on her, when this is all over
I would never try to make her a star and eat off her
I don't know shit about no shoppin rocks
But what you know about hip-hop shops rockin' spots?
When your the only white boy in that bitch just rippin
pressin' up your own flyers and your stickers stickin
them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinkos
Just makin' copys of your covers of cassette singles
and sell them out the trunk of your Tracer
Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers
What you know about bein' bullied over half your life?
Oh that's right, you should know what that's like, your half white
Vanilla Ice,spill the beans and rice, I'm eaten you alive inside
Jesus Christ, if you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down
You should be out killin motherfuckers right now
Kill a motherfucker dead, kill'em dead bitch
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
You never had no security, you'll never be famous
You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?
Raymond, here, let me break this shit down in lamens
terms for you just to make sure that you can understand this
and Canibus they usin too many complicated fuckin words for you
Here then let me slow it down for you
so you can understand if I say it slower:
Let it go dawg it's over

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Haha
Talkin' bout I have motherfuckers callin' your crib
bitch you ain't even got a fuckin' crib
You ain't even got a fuckin' phone, fuckin' Bum
Threatened to shut me down at your little fuckin' Source magazine
if I come back then you would attack me, bitch you attacked me first
take it like a man and shut the fuck up
and fuck your little magazine too
I don't need your fuckin' magazine, I got Double X L's number anywayz
And yall cant stand it cuz there gettin' bigger than yall
oh, and by the way, how'd I look on the V-M-A's?
When you was watchin' me from whatever fuckin TV you was watchin' me from in Boston
The mean streets of Boston, fuckin' sissy
Like you got us scared in the motherfucker, suck our motherfuckin' dicks
Oh, and for those thats dont know, dont get it twisted yo', the Source has a white owner


Lyrics submitted by BLuweesH

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    General CommentThis song is about dissing Benzino and "The Source" magazine for I think
    - Benzino dissing Eminem, Eminem's manager, 50 Cent, Obie Trice, and Eminem's daughter Hailie in his "Die Another Day" and "Lift Up Your Skirts" song (well I'm not sure on the name of the 2nd song, but I think it's "lift up your skirts")
    - For always ridiculing Eminem in their articles, and digging up past records of his rapping and how it's unacceptable and so on.
    - It also rips the hell out of Benzino. :P
    BLuweesHon November 11, 2005   Link
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    General CommentA very clever diss track.

    How can he hold me over some balcony/
    Without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me/
    Please don't, you'll probably fall with me/
    and our asses will both be history/
    But then again you'll finally get your wish/
    cuz you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent/

    Ahahaha

    The mean streets of Boston...
    blackemmaon February 05, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentOne of the Best Diss Songs Ever
    mystizo9on September 08, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentOne of the Best Diss Songs Ever
    mystizo9on September 08, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthis is my favorite diss ever Benzino's a bitch
    caralinablue21on March 03, 2007   Link
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    General Commentyep one of the best opening verses, how could benzino even begin to compete with this?!?! no chance!! Best line....

    'If you're that much of a gangster, put the mic down, you should be out killin motherf-s right now!!'
    Geezaon December 24, 2007   Link
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    General Commentbenzino got bodiedddd
    mushmcron June 06, 2008   Link
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    General CommentCuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
    If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
    you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
    you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
    You never had no security, you'll never be famous
    You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?

    thats the hardest part... talk about killing people with words, omg...
    madspykeon August 05, 2008   Link
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    General Commentholy shit. he rips this dude apart. completly. he must really really hate this guy. Everything. and at the end hes like you dont even have fucking phone, you fucking punk. holyy shitt id hate to be this guy. Id be so embarresed. Em is just so clever at dissing people. and then he's like let me slow it down for you and the music goes slower. i lughed out loud at that part. And then it seems like hes putting himself down, but he turns it around.

    Slap my mom, slap the fuck outta her!
    She can't sue you, she wouldnt get a buck out of you
    Cuz your broke as fuck you suck your a fuckin' joke
    If you was really sellin coke, well then what the fuck
    you stop for dummy? If you slew some crack
    you'd make alot more money than you do from rap
    You never had no security, you'll never be famous
    You'll never now what its like to be rich, lifes a bitch aint it?

    That is probably the best part of the song.
    windstar91on May 21, 2009   Link

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