Jadakiss - Checkmate (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

You did it baby!

Congratulations, homie!

You made history!

1.1 million in a short week! [laughs]

Screw a press conference, press this on your conscience!

D-Block, cheers!


I ain't mad, I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous..

D-Block, Double R, fuckin' faggots..

We gon' handle this like grown men, you won't win

You don't even feel comfortable in your own skin

I rap my ass off, I'm fightin' the champ with the glass jaw

at the Garden or Nassau

See me, couple hood niggaz behind stars

I heard you put a couple good niggaz bars, (Preme!)

I might never sell that much

But you can bet your last 2 quarters, I never tell that much

Picture 'Kiss not come out swingin'

It's like going to see 50 at a show and he don't come out singin'

Yeah, you got a felony, but you ain't a predicate

Never the King of New York, you live in Connecticut

You don't be in the hood, you be in the woods

Fuckin' wit' me, is where you really gon' be for good

I hold the 4-5 myself, and hop out the Range on 1-4-5 myself

This is a true fact

Since when has it become cool to get shot and not shoot back

Trackmasters shelfed you, Bravehearts helped you

Then everybody felt you, now I gotta melt you

And don't try to pull rank on 'Kiss

Cause the niggaz I'ma send to do it ain't gon' miss

Be layed up stiff, I spit straight up 'piph

I did real songs with BIG, no made-up shits

And I don't got a problem with clout

You ain't get shot again yet, so what's your second album about? (Nothin'!)

Your raps are pre-school, you made a lot of money, now be cool

'Fore I swell up your lips like seafood

Can I get a mic check? You don't stand a chance

To dance with me dog, ya steps ain't right yet

Block is just fine, homie, the D's straight

Most likely your new CD is a weed plate

Bunch of love songs, 100% pure garbage

Just somethin' to break up buds on

You should just sell clothes and sneakers

Cause outta your whole camp your flow's the weakest

I'm in the town where the young boys is clappin', (clappin')

You runnin' around with the lieutenant and captain, [laughs]

It'll take a lifetime to see 'Kiss

You had to get shot 9 times to be rich

Rat ass nigga, you's a animal

You's a motherfuckin' animal

Pig ass nigga, you's a animal

You's a motherfuckin' animal

Snake ass nigga, you's a animal

You's a motherfuckin' animal

Matter of fact, you ain't no animal

I'ma show these motherfuckers how to handle you


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