What We Do (D12 Diss)

{​​​*Commercial plays*}​​​ [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, still you lame, how is it beef I'm ya highness in ya streets, I can honestly compete Wit any nigga, feel the pain, my honesty just seeps Peep a nigga silver chain, no diamonds in the piece I been chillin on dog for years... now you hard? I got scars bigger than ya individual career Who the fuck is Denaun, he don't even write rhymes Actin like he rap harder then who - the Kon Artis is you Now you done spoken up on how the heats on you Nigga you must be smokin or jokin Slim got 50, and now it's time for change Shady records lookin like a broke down dollar, you gotta be ashamed And you can't even stop it Em got 50 Cent, the rest of you niggas change in his pocket Don't you niggas see he let you come and get twisted And you dissin me, but you niggas is unfinished business Fuck you niggas tryna be On every other niggas nuts, in the industry you findin me From Busta Rhymes to Jay-Z to Nas to ME! Couldn't see me, if them niggas wrote you a rhyme a piece Niggas is HIDIN in the streets, lyin on me It's funny, cause they paint a picture like I be in TONS of beef Be out every night fightin, provin shit Jealous ass niggas, I ain't gotta prove shit! That means you could die from the felt response Fear my next move like, Eminem huggin on Elton John Except Y'ALL playin career Russian Roulette It'll will never be another D-12 album nigga, what you bet Who ain't eatin, I'mma star, nigga, on my 4th deal I'm so full, I'm feelin fatter then Bizarre MINUS the shower cap, and them dirty-ass Nikes Minus the stutter, minus the ugly-ass wife Y'all don't know what it takes to win, nigga I sparred wit ya boss, we made each other show up late to the gym So I said it you niggas is whack That nigga ask me my opinion, it's the truth, don't fault him for that Nigga step unto the turf, everybody think y'all WHACK What you gon' write a diss record to the earth? You niggas is Shady statistics, the whole world know Who the broke-ass crew, wit the radio hits is Long as niggas is takin ya pictures, you just dummy's You less money then Slim spends on Hailie for Christmas I know Slim see the mistakes that he made Treatin y'all like Dre treated Hittman, and Lady of Rage Even them niggas is smarter then y'all niggas, the cloth That I wipe my fuckin gun down, is harder then y'all Ya hustle is over, the rhyme bout is through I got ya coach on the sideline, touchin his shoulder TIMEOUT - it's over, it's over