Letras: Eminem. Say What You Say (Jermaine Dupri Diss).

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(feat. Xzibit)

[Eminem:]
You turn that beat up

[Verse 1: Eminem]
My music is constantly provin'
That it can put you in the mood
To jump out of ya car while its movin'
You've been waitin' on this moment
My sermon is like an omen
I'm serving
I'm Erick Sermon
I saw the window was open and I jumped through it
My shit if you don't get pumped to it
I quit
Heres my rhyme book go ahead and thumb through it
And pick what you want from it
Rummage
And find something you can use to jump someone and roll up of it
I'm constantly coppin' over you squattin'
Shit has gotten
To the point where I ain't even writin' no more i'm just jottin'
This is chicken scratch
Shit is sickening
I've been kickin' ass off of bullshit throw away rhymes
Pick a batch
I live for the love of rap
You crazy?
I've made beats for Jay-Z
Capri page me
If you need a beat
You Canibus then its Dre's beat
You Kay Slay the beats waved
I stay beefin' with JD
'Till the day Dre two-ways me
That its OK to stop blazin' him
Ooops I put it out
I apoligize now
Its too late G
Its on tape and the tape leaked
Say what you say motherfucker
Drama King Kay Slay motherfucker
We dictate these mixtapes motherfucker
Xzibit lace this little gay midget cock sucker

[Xzibit:]
Ladies and gentlemen
This is dedicated to the man we all love to hate
Tattoo a.k.a. The Leprahcaun a.k.a. Mr. Jermaine Dupri
Come on ladies and gentlemen sing along

[Singing:]
Don't think about no reason
Don't think about no reason
Don't think about no reason
To Liiiiiiive

[Xzibit:]
Fuckin' faggot

[Verse 2: Xzibit]
If ya So So Def then bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth the gauge
Ya heart pumpin' lemonade
Hook, line and sink when you took the bait
Act ya age not ya size, not ya weight
Everytime you profess you makin' hits
Why it always got to sound like the next man's shit?
Went from Big, to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine whos dick you 'gon ride today
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any god damn way
And I could care less if we label mates
I got love for the Brack
Get off Bow Wow's back
Fuck you, fuck the nigga thats writin' ya raps
What up Loc get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But you might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash off the hook off the chain
Fuck Jermaine
You ain't got to say my name
Speak now or forever hold the dick in your mouth
You ain't the mayor you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape gettin' pee'd on
Cock eyed midget with a Napolean complex
You represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that high jumped to hell
You the best in the business I can't tell
Too late to apoligize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole Sound Scan in half
Homie protect yourself
Stop fuckin' with West nigga respect yourself
Its a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look at the machine i'm about to drop now
This ain't no beef
Its more like lunch meat
Large caliber heat
Lets take it to the street
Motherfucker

[Xzibit:]
Ha ha ha ha
Oh my god
Yeah
Yeah