The Bomb (Diddy Diss) Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song The Bomb (Diddy Diss) as performed by 50 Cent


Uh, uh, uh
(One two one two)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Nigga I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
Nigga G-Unit is (hip hop, hip
hop, hip hop, hip hop)

One thing bout my music
It hit you feel the pain
Nigga I'll take control of your brain
Listen now nigga I'm not playin'
Are you ready for that?
Soldier, soldier grab your gat
I show you who to aim it at
Bang, bang, bang run toss the gat
No, no, no, no lookin' back
Nigga leave the watch
We ain't come for that
Bitch quit playin'
Where the paper at
Shit I rolled ace I'm shootin' it back
Everybody know how my paper stack
Twenty inch chrome on the Cadillac
Automatic shotgun
Can you handle that?
On the bullshit
Nigger that's a fact
Ride through the muthafuckin' hoods strapped
Put work in nigger that's that
Cocked to bust it and you'll blast back
Got a little money wanna flash that
Before the wolves come out and blast gats
Pedal to the metal nigger mash that
Before your ass end up in a casket
I said in a casket
Who shot Biggie Smalls?
We don't get em
They gonna kill us all
Man Puffy know who hit that nigger
Man that nigger soft
He scared them boyz from the
Westside'll break him off
Dump on his ass
So he run to Harlem shake em off

Nigger I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
Nigger G-Unit is (hip hop, hip
hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Nigger I run (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip)
Nigger G-Unit is (hip hop, hip
hop, hip hop, hip hop)

Oh I guess this means
I won't be invited to the white parties
In the Hampton's
I don't give a fuck
I don't wanna hang out with you punk ass no way
Get me muthafuckin' runnin' around
This nigger ma$e
Now you wanna play games
don't wanna make the deal nigger
Man I'll fuck your shit up nigger
Is you crazy nigger
Matter fact you know what
I don't wanna do the deal no more
Fuck the deal nigger
You wanna play games
You wanna waste my muthafuckin' time nigger
Time is money nigger
You wastin the muthafuckin' money nigger
Alright I see what you tryin' to do
But I don't know why you doin'
what you tryin' to do
Why you want to make me tell
everybody what Misa told me
Now you go on and send me
fifty thousand dollars
For this niggers travel fees
You know air fare, hotel space
For that last tour nigger
Or I'll really service your ass nigger

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