Sam Diss — текст песни (D.S.G.B.)

Sam: Shut up
Yeah
Yeah What sup Sam (x7)
Sam: Go To Bed

You make a song dissing me becuase I`m Pastor Troy
Do You Think I should Get`EM, well uh-huh
We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready!
You make a song dissing me becuase I`m Pastor Troy
Do You Think I should Get`EM, well uh-huh
We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What! We Ready! What!

Ok, ok ok ok
You make a song dissing me because I Pastor Troy
Wanna act like you don`t even know your boy
All that screamin` and hollain`tryin to crank up the club
Reppin` Zone 3 nigga they ain`t showing no love
The best thang Oomp could do was drop you
What make it so funny Universal is too
While you with yo booze snottin` up an ounce
I`m droppin 6 figures the owner of da Bounce
This nigga actin` like he`s boss, this nigga actin` like he`s sold
Sam, time to hang it up Hitman you`re getting old
And I ain`t talking about your lyrics I`m talking bout your age
15 years in da game and still ain`t got paid
And then you want to throw your Big Oomp chain like a ass
Because Baby D da Oomp getting to da cash
You lame boy, its P. Troy
From ATL to AUG, Ya niggas ain`t seeing me
I`m telling ya

(chorus)

Reppin` Zone 3 nigga, I throw it up (I throw it up)
Catch you off of Pittsburgh, and blow you up (blow you up)
But what I really hate (hate) is how you losing weight (losing wight)
Time to hang it up Sam, give it a break
I got da homeboy say he`ll rock wit ya
How you expect me to split a block with ya
Sam, stepdaddy can`t save you from this
Next time you be careful who you diss
Who is This? Basing for holding up Zone 3
Long gold tee ah looking just like me
If I...was old, if I...was broke, if I...got pleasure in smoking dope
That`s why Kilo kick yo ass at da Nine
Fuckin` wit me goin` get it kick one more time
Talkin` bout where my throwback boys
Mann them niggas goin` roll wit P.Troy

(chorus)

Talking to end