Fallin’ Down (50 Cent Diss)
| Title | Fallin’ Down (50 Cent Diss) |
|---|---|
| Artist | Benzino |
| Album | Redemption |
| Release Date | 2003-01-14 |
| Description | A single from Benzino dissing mostly 50 Cent and the rest of G-Unit, but also taking shots at Eminem, Chris Lighty and more. |
| Lyrics | [Intro] 50 Cent is fallin down, fallin down, fallin down Get Ya Gunz it’s going down, FUCK G-UNIT Oh ain’t no more motherfuckin' games man Na ah You know what the funny thing is man? You come to me for help I didn’t even know you man Punk motha...word up man! (Hangmen3) Oh I know you mothafuckas didn’t think it was over Oh this shit has just begun You blast that [Hook] Many men, don’t wanna stop And my real street niggas They ain't gonna stop Cuz my money making dawgs go down to block Give them drugs and a mothafuckin' guns’ll pop Red shoes, only see ya when I get you Put a forty in ya mouth, when I wet you, dead you Ya up in the hood cuz I met you You was looking really shook when I met you And I don’t like the way they look at you And I don’t like them funny things you do And I don’t like the way you tell them lies 50 Cent you gonna lose ya life [Verse] You a fed’s 1st artist, Eminem’s son 3 times platinum snitch always on a run Sacrificial meat, the machine money maker Dre steals beats and then he saying he made 'em? Benzino spit eth, (Ether) always ready street sweepin’ 50 feel these 50 cal hollow heat seekers The magazine kill the kid if I have to Tie him up, chainsaw his legs in the bathroom Don’t confuse real life shit with this rappin’ You used to gettin’ shot, we gon make it happen Who sign ya in ya life insurance policy? Jimmy, Dre or Em? Or maybe all 3 You just another fuckin' slave, stop yappin’ Curtis Kinte, sorry Miss Jackson You lookin' funny with that bullet in ya face, stop takin'. You droolin’ all over the place Who ya foolin’? You just a moving target at the range. You don’t shoot back, What’s that you claim? Remember back when the 1st time I saw you? You was scared shaking like a leaf when I saw you? You said you had beef and ya man ran on you You told these niggas put their bare hands on you You fuckin' idiot, you ran in my session Stabbed in the gut and you wanna start confessin’?! You a snitch, how you gonna hide from that? I see 1 informant, classified rat Where I’m from, we keep the hammers locked and loaded Yayo took a fall cuz you wasn’t gonna hold it Need a fall guy? Peace? See themself 1st sweep “G” stands for girls, the unit Dre’s beat Cuz 50 you a wanksta and you never shot nothing! You ain’t no gangsta cus you won’t pop nothing! Yo fuckin' leader is a trailer park bozo, snatch him from the back rip spine out his torso He look stupid in that 'Free Yayo' shirt. I got niggas in threes that will leave yayo hurt! Surrounded by niggas with no heart in ya chest Hollow spark rip apart that bulletproof vest And my 1st mil, way before you signed a deal Bust my 1st shots, way before you started to squeal! Kill the head, the rest of them will fall apart I’m a crime frontline when the ballas start I send the wolves to grandma’s house Scud missile that nitch just for runnin' your mouth It’s no coincidence, ya name is five-o Prolly is a feds, so you hang with five-o And many men, shot ya many, many times And niggas don’t believe what you say in ya rhymes You might also like[Hook] Many men, don’t wanna stop And my real street niggas They ain't gonna stop Cuz my money-making dawgs go down to block Give them drugs and a mothafucking guns’ll pop Red shoes, only see ya when I get you Put a forty in ya mouth, when I wet you, dead you Ya up in the hood cuz I met you You was looking really shook when I met you And I don’t like the way they look at you And I don’t like them funny things you do And I don’t like the way you tell them lies 50 Cent you gonna lose ya life |