Correction Lyrics Jae Millz vs. Sire Castro by Diddy

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Uh-huh, yo
Yes, uh, check it, yo
Uh, check it, ayo
Ayo yo yo
Yo mad rappers wanna battle me, I blow they gon’ be mad at me
My shotgun shells the size of D batteries
I do my thing bubble grams, f**k that sh*t
And I bang more hammers than Judge Mathis
Sire Cash is the most shady, flow’s brazy
Chase paper like Rich Po and Azie
Run through you like the Pentagon
Cash Hoffa, I been a don
My name ring more bells than intercoms
I’m the one with the dope and one with the scope
Cross so big like I run with the pope
Tatiana that’s my daughter I raised, smoke a quarter of haze
Dog I push more water than waves
When will ya’ ass learn?
You had ya’ chance now it’s Cash turn
600 sitting on Jamal Mashburn’s
They mad I won’t stop like taxi cabs
And I get more pu**y, than maxi pads
I was locked in the pens, they was actually glad
Hoping I never come home, and get back in the lab
Let me tell you what I’ma do
I’ma hit him with, 41 shells like Amadou
Palm the tool, rapid shots calm ya’ crew
Cash, Hoffa fool, you harming who?
n***a, you see the charm and jewels?
You don’t want battle, skedaddle, you gonna lose
Trust me, ya’ rhymes can’t touch me
Yellow diamonds looking like a pineapple slushee
All my jewels straight 3D, ducking the state PD
Aim the heat turn ya’ brains to baked ziti
I love automatics, but I keep revolvers
For that smack fiends running back like Tiki Barber
Motherf**ker

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