Wannabe Bitch (3Pac Diss)



Chorus:

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You nothin' but a wannabe bitch
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You ain't nothin' but a trip
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
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Verse 1:

You just a wannabe bitch
You're just a mockery of Pac
Gossipy broad, nothin' but a bitch
And that's it, leave the rap game and eat some shit
You're missin' the sick wit and shit when you spit
Ain't nothin' comin' out of your mouth but lies
Take a min-ute and look through the eyes of the wise
Take a min-ute and look at the guys that are high in the game
Skill wise of course, you're the typical mainstream pig
"Rich" white boy, come near me and I know your block, off
Probably scoff to yourself, jerking-off
Gettin' off to your raps, all the poppy shit
Actin' like you're hard when really your not
Claiming you're hot in the game
You ain't known at all, the fame hasn't hit you yet
Wouldn't be surprised due to what they accept
Sayin' you got a lot of dough, nah man, you don't got shit
That's it stop claiming your all of this
You barely got any fans besides your best friends
Put the "dream" in the death cup and close it up


Chorus:

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You nothin' but a wannabe bitch
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You ain't nothin' but a trip
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
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Verse 2:

I could keep going about how you're dumb as shit
But I don't wanna be repetitive
You seem pretty competitive
I'm sick of it, mocking Pac, Em, Hop and more
Actin' like you're so hard
Get outta my way you stupid fuckin' broad
I don't act like im the shit
I just spit, for the fun of it
Inspiring others is my final dream
The constant balanced stream of lyrics
Let me at em' I beam into fuckin' whip cream
I'd never agree with anything you said
People have shed blood and bled for the game
Layin' on the floor lying there completely dead
I said don't anger me
You ain't getting big with that seam of rap
You ain't nothin' but a wannabe
You wanna-be honoring your fake ass legacy
Actin' like your the greatest of em' all
Haul your fat ass outta the rap brawls


Chorus:

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You nothin' but a wannabe bitch
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You ain't nothin' but a trip
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
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Verse 3:

Honestly there is nothing left to say
I may be here just to hear you scream
Your outta your dream and not continuing
It's confusing how you think you're dope
Ain't nothing good on "I Don't Give A Hoot" shit
There's nothing for you to benefit with
With that type of rhyme scheme
You ain't nothin' just a particle in the seam of the game
I can see you want the fame because you're calling outs
I do the disses for personal opinion
If you're talkin' shit I don't like, I'm comin' at you
*Achoo* Oops, pardon me please
Well still better then what you release
Haha, talkin' shit like you ARE the greatest
Nothin' in your raps support that, you're the fakest
Make your way outta the game swiftly
I pick the lock of the game, quickly
You sicken me with your fat ass talkin
You should be put on a leash, stop barkin
Seriously though, stop motherfucking rapping


Chorus:

Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You nothin' but a wannabe bitch
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
You ain't nothin' but a trip
Wannabe, wannabe, wannabe
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