Your beef is mine [Jay-Z Diss]

Jigga the nigga

trynna get bigger,

but you ain't shit,

don't front, because you're just a bitch,

na fuck it homie, I go all out, you ain't even a thug,

now tell me what's it gon be should I bust slugs or not?

- got rocked over by Nas,

now you bugging a lot,

made a lot of money? now split the C.R.E.A.M

and weigh it out on the triple beams, your beef is mine, now it's mine time to shine,

I start this shit, spray the bullets, but now you hit,

but every church would pray to just to say I wouldn't but,

shit..., I ain't even gonna die, I have never heard of my death,

Energy won't even be gone, only the health,

so when you evem try me, spray the bullets to my head,

but there's a reason you can't kill me 'cos, I'm already dead,

you're wrecked, pure flesh, turn the flesh into a burnt blunt,

as I get in your veins as I slash on your system, burn your whole wisdom,

never let you speak or even hear your rhyme,

now as I proceed to flow, along with my blood,

yours just stops while I bust out your guts, you're stuck,

worked with Biggie, beefed with Pac, get your ass slaughtered,

eventually handed back up, now I repeat, should I bust slugs or not?

'cos if it wasn't for B.I.G, you wouldn't be in that spot,

you stole his rhymes, lived a lie, you'd get shot up, and locked up,

all you wanted was the fame, now you all up in the game,

but don't even mention my name, because the second I buck you,

your life will flashback to when you..struggled and see the shit you been through,

I seen you, Judus to Jesus ain't nobody fear you, I burn you and cut you to pieces,

So believe the truth, I'll rip through your nation,

your whole crew, and shoot the bleek, to show you who's who.. and I ain't doing it your way,

I do it my way, the freeway, ain't nobody leaving, you ain't breathing,

But now watch me hit the West with the rest, so anybody trynna lynch me or throw shots,

I'll throw real slugs not your ink just to know what's up, yeah, that's where you're headed

'cos when I come through with a beretta I get'em with the venom and I'm stomping your whole crew that I be dumping,

becareful what you write about me 'cos kid you don't even know who you fucking with.