Abstract (Rapper) - No Jeggings (305 Till I Die) *Lil Wayne Diss* lyrics

[Intro] Yessir I am the one and only 305 to 954, 561 You brought this on yourself lil n***a Lets go [Verse 1: LMS] This is LMS talking, one of florida's kings Sending shots at the rap version of smeegle from the lord of the rings Look, listen here, buddy, you are not from here, buddy So when someone like me speaks its something you should hear, buddy Keep it hood from day one, I ain't roll with you clown But in my hood you ain't need security showing you round So my question is real simple, I ain't joking around Yo, how the f** you diss a city that was holding you down You should be met with a switchblade you ingrate p**y And pimp-slapped with baby powder you b**h-made p**y I would challenge you to a fight, but wouldn't I? When this little motherf**er's only 5 foot 5?! Forreal my n***a, f** all the nonsense I don't know what's more annoying, dawg your voice or your napoleon complex Are you stupid bruh, I don't understand it, man How you challenge a city when you couldn't even handle a cameraman? You looking thirsty and mad hungry b**h Dressed like a hipster that's colorblind and mad bummy b**h Oh woah you a blood, now? You mad funny, b**h Just a couple years ago, n***as was cash money crips Now you soo-whoopin and Piru But before all you were wearing was tye-dye blue sh** Dawg, you got something to say about my place? Then get on a step ladder and then say it to my face I should rock-bottom clothesline this n***a To the city of new orleans, do yall still co-sign this n***a?! Even though he shot himself in the chest wit his own nina And left his hometown hangin after hurricane katrina! Dawg, you're a phony a fraud, you're a ho you're a broad And after this, I hope no one f**s with you home or abroad You're a super lame, and a superclone Who deserves to be on the street s**ing dick like Superhead by the Superdome To call you a f*g, that ain't equal Cause calling you a f*g is actually disrespectful to gay people This has nothing to do with s** or pa**ion And unlike you, gay people actually have a sense of fashion You look like the clothing section of a target blew up Came out of the closet, and I bet you're f**ing closet threw up To diss my city boy, you took a crazy route Every other word is a curse, do you kiss baby with that mouth? Little n***a consider this as a loss A verbal form of crucifixion with no hammer and cross You are not 2Pac, you got your sh** wrong But you can consider yourself Emmett Till after this song! Respond or not, your a** is history chump And it's perfectly right on time for Black History month It's 305 till I die, boy this isn't a trend This is just a lesson to never diss my city again! Motherf**er!