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Sonntag, 16. Oktober 2016

THE GAME - Pest Control (Meek Mill Diss) lyrics


VERSE 1
 All rats gotta die though
 In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
 Off that sour diesel and that hydro
 This nigga take an L every time he go viral
 Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
 Stay on that bullshit it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
 Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
 Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
 Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
 And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
 Dressed in all black like the Panthers
 We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer

INTERLUDE  (KANYE WEST & THE GAME)
 You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! [Kanye]
 You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
 Niggas ain't got the answers for me
 You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab

VERSE 2
 Yeah, take Beans back to rehab
 On Instagram lookin' like a mothafuckin' bean bag
 Flyin' through Philly on them Wocky sticks
 Punk-ass nigga, I'll beat you with a hockey stick
 The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
 You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it
 Talkin' you gon' be in L.A. in three hours
 It's a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower
 Pussy, I'm not a rookie, akhi, don't push me
 Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga's runnin' with a rat
 Now Tak tell 'em how you coppin' pleas on the jack
 Fuck runnin' in the game, you gon' be runnin' into Wack
 You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don't scrap
 It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don't rap
 Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap
 You gotta move out of L.A., I'll put them Bs on your back
 And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt
 That Ken doll love gettin' fucked
 Hide behind your niggas, you ain't got the guts
 Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
 Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
 I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back
 It's a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat
 I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y'all city look wack
 And that's on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat
 You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that
 Now tell the world how you got your bitch
 You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin' a chick
 You ain't shit but a rat to me, a snake that don't rattle me
 Lil' homie won't scrap with me, time to body his faculty
 I'm in traffic, B, bumpin' this old Cassidy
 Meesha's another casualty, fuckin' with me's a tragedy
 The louder your scream, the wacker the verse
 I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse
 They say the meek shall inherit the Earth
 So I went and dug your ass up, 'cause Drizzy buried you first
 And why you tryna pick on Wale?
 You told me that you don't fuck with Rozay
 And YG can't give you a pass
 I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass
 And don't try to whine to the Grapes
 You not the Rams, don't come back to L.A
 I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay
 I'm a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K
 Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
 15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
 One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
 Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
 Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince
 Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends
 Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin' ass nigga
 You ain't got no pass, nigga, I'ma beat your ass, nigga
 Jelly bean smugglin' fuck-ass nigga
 I'll get some clippers and cut your mama's mustache, nigga
 Fuck your sister while you watch 'cause she's kinda thick
 And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick
 Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse
 You gon' fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house
 I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins
 Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens
 Thou shall not fuck with Chuck, pawns are stuck
 Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux
 Louie sweats, armor tucked
 Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk
 Get at me, you niggas gon' see me in gloves
 Or see me in clubs with "Summer Sixteen" in the snub
 Lying on the Internet like you ain't talking to twelve
 Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail
 I seen that fake paperwork on XXL
 Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells
 Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell
 You went and got the whole Philly, it's just me by myself
 I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop
 Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q
 Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back
 And have Dr. Dre screaming "Meek Mill is a rat"
 It's a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati
 I'ma see you in the streets, don't at me
 You like a boat with a hole you can't sail
 Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs

 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off
 [Ooouuu, ooouuu, ooouuu]
 When these rats start snitching, break 'em off

    (OMELLY)
 Pussy nigga! mm mm mm mm mm
 I got on gold headphones, gold chain
 Gold on my wrist, aim mm mm mm mm
 If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame

 You rat bastard!
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