Truest Shit I Ever Wrote

[young_jobe]

[V 1]
I held my peace and never spoke, this be the real truest shit I ever wrote
Piercing and sheering, as it cut sharp
My flow so deep that it touch hearts
Flip called me a wannabe? Well in do time he's gonna see
I aint my gangbangin' mode, fuck them hatin' whoes, atleast I stay true and never changin' though
Gonzo swear he did a lot for the country (YOU AINT DID SHIT)
But he swore he punked me
(YOU PLAYIN' BITCH)
Creative your more than ugly, that's why your bitch came and fucked me
Cracked up on some Dave Chappelle and shit, boyz corruption the legal system and jail is bent
Lyricalbeast still go by butterfingers, were still bustin' heaters
Mo' men actin' like this is a penitentrary, those gay rappers got plenty enemies
I guess Catch is out the closet, bitch quit and tossed it
Gonzo is no where near colder, he wants to see real soldiers, this is no where near over
Gonzo mad cause he cant rock shit (NIGGA GO HOME)
You lost bitch
He thinks he can bruse me with Ether, bitch I never stop shootin with heaters
You can tell 'em lies if ya want to, nigga we waitin' fo you and whatcha gone do, pity these fools whom mourn you
Creative like HandCocks, how Will Smith gave him a hand job
He been did in once, now he thinkin' prison fun, huh?
Nothing but bunch of butt-fucked rappers, whose these faggets lust after
Rugged bitch ass crossed me, so did everybody in that possi, and that dropped me
Engaged enraged I feel like I can rev up the stage, you niggaz need to step up ya game
And Complexity understand this, fuck with me I'll cut ya fuckin' hands BITCH!
Gonzo braggin' bout how he stole a slug, but you never how to use it, scared to pull the switch but I'm bound to do it
Rugged eagle eyes are on the look out and actin like a hawkin' bitch, unaware I'm sick of talkin' bitch

(Gonzo bring it.. nobody singin'.. fuck you & yo possi.. I'm just rememberin' what you told me..)

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[The Gonz]

If you actually came at me hard, I'd feel more obligated to respond. You think you're throwin haymakers when yer really only flicking our ears, dude. Go battle so I can see how many losses you accumulate. Yer dissin a lot of cats that would rip you to shreds lyrically. All this over some bullshit. Glad I gave you meaning in life now lol. Sour ass mufucka. Fuck outta here Ja Rule.

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[young_jobe]

Bitch ur rhymes shitty, & ur despicable.. UR A EMBARRASSMENT TO UR COUNTRY & RAP

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[The Gonz]

Right... and you've based this theory off of the ONE piece I've dropped that you read? You're just sayin the shit cuz I pissed you off. EVERYONE knows I'm doper than you. But its okay, Ja Rule. Its ok.

[young_jobe]

DOPE.. U CALL DAT SHIT U POST, RHYMES?... U MAD CUZ I EXPOSED U FO BITIN'.. U STILL AINT TELLIN' DA TRUTH..

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[The Gonz]

Lol exposed me for biting? Where?

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[young_jobe]

who sed bout da lyrics? you bitin' my style fool..

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[Borat]

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yo ruck... stop stealin his dope style son

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[young_jobe]

lol @ ripostle

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[NoVeL]

Look

Deepest Regrets Check The Nerve of Son, Jobe Bussin' Clips From His Staple Gun
I Was At Da Age of 1, Heavily Involved in Da Come Up, So I Never Heard of Young

Bout Ta Face Abortion Kid, Messin' Wit Random Clicks U Can't Handle It
Ya Better Off Using Ya Hand, 2 Bust A Blank U Bitch, I'll Shank Ya Ribs

Damage Ya Life-Span, Make U My Bitch, U Give Me Ya Right I'll Have U Carry My Mic-Stand
Fuck Punches, U Throwin' Light Jabs, U Swing'n Miss Only Ta Get Ya Windpipe Smashed

[young_jobe]

Creative you steal styles, but yet you throw on a real smile?
Nigga get real, ya shits peeled, everthing say I spit real
Bitch nigga yo shit stay the same, like Drake said it's time fo me to change the game
God created the world in seven days, but I fucked your girl in eleven ways, you kneelin' prayin that they wont close Heaven's gates, brought fire like Hellish flames
Ya nothing with no game, not in texts books and the nation forget yo name
Creative suckin mullets, get on with all the fuckin bullshit
YOU AINT ME, NOW YA HATE, SEE
I give ya weapon with no bullets, and told take these
Blastin on track bout these fake g'z
I grab two glocks fa sure, he took five.. now he restin dead along with Tupac Shakur
I took your life while we engravin your cross, fucked momma twice but she made me sick & I put a stake in her heart
Bitch.. U aint fuckin' with me, I got a hallow dark heart and there's nothin' in me

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