the reason why you got the name 50 cent/
because that was the rent for the box you used to live in/
its not my fault i spit lines unlimited/
dont get timid, the truth about yo snitchin ass is no longer hidden/
people how love for my skill, thats some real shit/
you had to get shot 9 times to get rich/
you thought you was the shit at that confrence/
syke! nigga you nonsense/
so now submit this diss to yo conscious/
why kickin out members of yo crew like they hoes/
none of yall sold drugs, tony aint sold a kilo of yayo/
I gt yo ass lookin confused like im form the land of peso's/
fuck that, and take it all over from ATL to Chicago/
you aint gonna see that conneticut mansion tomorrow/
i was with yo baby mama when them,
when the lit margaritas was tossed/
then i fucked her, before you dont it to rick ross's/
Self destruct already,
we donw that same old gangsta shit you gon bring/
The Massacare, Curtis, you gon say the same thing/
always talkin about cars, bitches, and gats aint gonna make you cool/
every single 50 come out wit is a deja vu/
building off yo career from beef, that aint right/
the wrong thins is that bitch olivia is a hermanphrodite/
tell her she terrible wit the poker face/
big ass beard and mustache,
that's why her career is a disgrace/
I destroy to weak ass beats/
so just give me the prescription from Dr.Dre/
another fake gangsta, Zulu nation to his ways of being gay/
it's sad that i had to wast the ink from this pen/
o rap aoubt a nigga has his ways of being feminen/
you a fucking baby roach compared to eminem/
while yo crew is having a manage 'te trois/
i kidnap Jimmy Iovine, and i show you how to rob/
Grab a chainsaw and chop his hands off/
so he can no longer sign ya pussies/
show yall how to make a song without a hook... see/
I do this for hip hop, fuck the wealth/
tell the kids to put your wack mixtapes back on the shelf/
All of G-Unit gon drpo when the music stop/
break mo jaws than jaw breakers,
take yall asses to the candy shop/
talkin about how you get money,
i dont give a fuck/
take that money to a denist,
you have a grill of a truck/
keep on singing all about them beefs/
i knock this nigga out till i straightened his teeth/
so at yo party for the album release/
dont come up to me or i'll make yo career in decease