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lirik lagu wheres waldo 2 mozzy diss – cml lavish d

[mozzy and dj vlad interview]
vlad: so, how long after the video did he end up getting k!lled?
mozzy: probably uh, 24 hours
vlad: 24 hours after you released it?
mozzy: probably less than that to keep it 100, probably like 12 hours
vlad: did that sort of change the way you look at sh*t because*
mozzy: everything. but you know at the same time, i told that man specifically, i’m finna do this video to the neck. ’cause uh, i was at a point in my life where i ain’t give a f*ck. i ain’t even care like a little bit. everybody got named in that video is somebody of essence, thеy somebody who is actually with the activities. somеbody who f*ck around. somebody who will actually smoke you, behind putting they name in anything

[intro: cml lavish d]
(cml laughs)
ohhhhh, you know you done f*cked up right blood? (iraq n*gga)
chase n*ggas down n*gga (mozzy you been a b*tch n*gga)
i’m mr. walk*m down n*gga (about to expose your f*ggot ass n*gga)
dead homies n*gga (on the dead homies n*gga)

[verse: cml lavish d]
you stay with your thumbs down
but blood you never come ’round (uh uh)
you disrespected jack and got your n*gga zo gunned down (blaow blaow)
we sliding all day, (rrt) we ain’t waiting ’til the sun down (uh uh)
mozzy you a b*tch, i’m the reason you don’t come ’round (facts)
and everybody know, we the reason that you hiding out (facts)
i’m really in the trenches n*gga, living what you lie about (iraq)
ar with a drum, (blaow) all i want to do is try it out (dead homies)
you sneak dissing the homies blood, that’s something you can die about (jj)
you d*ckride snubbz (hahaha)
but he smoking hard drugs (dirt)
got a pipe full of crystal n*gga, sleeping on the rug (dope fiend)
old dirty ass n*gga, put this bum in the tub (dirtbag)
you can get a dookie bag like e mozzy at the club (e mozzy)
you was laughing at bris, but now i’m laughing at squeeze (b*tch)
we the reason that his candlelights and faces on tees (facts)
they couldn’t get to you, but they knocked over neem (bop bop)
it’s a body on 4th ave, they taping off the scene (hahaha)
i’m the sacramento king
the only k!ller with the ring (yeah)
when we catch celly ru, we putting his body in a sling (dead homies)
i’m talking walking through the east, n*gga is dressed like a fiend (what’s happenin’?)
diamond got his soul sn*tched for going against the team (n*gga)
you better ask lil trev (blaow) how he got swiss cheese (blaow blaow blaow)
i’m from top 30 gang, all you see is big 3’s (3 0)
my crip n*ggas in the back, throwing big c’s (cuh)
all we do is stretch n*ggas, like big tees
stacks is a rat, (uh huh) snubbz is a rat (facts)
but you always dropping tracks like you don’t f*ck with it like that (hahaha)
you put ’em on when they came home, i guess you f*ck with ’em like that
i guess they always got your back (b*tch ass n*gga) because you stuck with them like that (b*tch)
lil nick just be talking, (facts) he ain’t never k!lled a star (dead homies)
we gon’ do hatti phay like we gon’ do that n*gga skar (god)
talking drop a whole 100, crack his head like a jar (blaow blaow blaow)
now he forever geeking, ’cause he died in the car (b*tch n*gga)
lil tim you a nerd, (nerd) you ain’t never been hard (uh uh)
you can’t come to sacramento blood, without some bodyguards (facts)
uzzy marcus you a b*tch, (b*tch) change your name to uzzy mark
i bet these .556s tear your cranium apart (dead homies)
you ain’t got enough heart (uh uh)
you a b*tch like 3g (drugged f*ggot)
bum ass n*gga still shopping out of dd’s (facts)
catch you loafing, we gon’ make you b00boo and peepee (come here n*gga)
all we do is up the score, n*gga that’s a td (blaow blaow blaow)
when we caught you lacking tim, you tried to hide behind the b*tch (hahaha)
then you moved to la, and tried to hide behind the crips
i ain’t hide behind sh*t, but this motherf*cking stick (n*gga)
all that barking ain’t sh*t, to a motherf*cking pit (n*gga)
you the fakest n*gga rapping
on my mama, blood capping (yeah)
tell wack100 to set it up, let’s get it bracking (what’s happenin’ wack n*gga?)
you don’t want to take this fade, ’cause you know it’s ’bout to happen (know what’s up)
ima put you on your pockets ’cause you softer than a napkin (b*tch ass)
and the mobb don’t play (uh uh)
we all mozzyk (dem k)
ask mirgang faze, n*ggas flipped him broad day (flip that n*gga over)
we catch that n*gga kony, we gon’ leave him on his face (blaow)
f*ck all your dead homies, n*gga murder was the case (dead b*tches)
i ain’t never signed a deal
all i do is keep it real (facts)
and all you do is lie and get your closest friends k!lled (facts)
we been on your ass, you was never in the field (on the dead homies)
i’m jumping out this wraith like i’m worth a 100 mill’ n*gga (30 gang n*gga)
[outro: cml lavish d]
old b*tch ass n*gga blood, you already know what’s happening n*gga. you been soft as f*ck, you was never in the motherf*cking field. blood you got lucky with this rap sh*t n*gga, ’cause i was funking with every rap n*gga in northern california n*gga. you dig what i’m saying? then i went to the pen n*gga for them 4 years n*gga. then i got out, and had to do another 3 years on the ankle monitor n*gga. and you had your lawyers and your motherf*cking managers n*gga, you feel me, do some g*y ass sh*t. they had my motherf*cking parole officers make me sign papers n*gga so i couldn’t say your name n*gga. old b*tch ass n*gga, you feel me? i had to be quiet n*gga! you feel me while you dissing the homies, and the dead homies, and indirect talking, and thumbs down, and 30k? yeah i had to sit back and watch you b*tch ass n*gga. but now i ain’t on parole n*gga! and i’m on your ass n*gga, i’m still on your ass n*gga! you always sneak dissing the homies n*gga. you a b*tch, ’cause when we say sh*t, back to your f*ggot ass, and we really state facts and really say your name, motherf*ckers want to say we hating. nah n*gga, it’s just the motherf*cking truth n*gga. i’m hopping out this motherf*cking rolls*royce n*gga, you know what i’m talking about, half a million dollars in jewelry on n*gga. no motherf*cking record deal, no motherf*cking sponsors, no help at all, you know what i’m talking ’bout? just a whole bunch of motherf*cking d*ckriding, hating ass n*ggas. so what the f*ck, i got to hate on your b*tch ass for n*gga? i did this sh*t my motherf*cking self, got it out the motherf*cking mud you dig what i’m saying? yeah mane, yeah. you would still be a dirty ass n*gga if it wasn’t for this rap sh*t. ’cause you was a bum before you got on with this music n*gga. all them n*ggas in your circles is rats n*gga. facts n*gga. yeah, hus mozzy n*gga yeah, he told on r*t*rded mike n*gga, you know what i’m talking ’bout, snubbz, snubbz told on lil nick n*gga. stacks, stacks you told on [?] n*gga. leez n*gga, you feel me, you got on the motherf*cking witness stand n*gga and told the whole motherf*cking truth n*gga. that’s the only reason you beat that motherf*cking murder, that you didn’t even commit! and your uncle, gangster jeff, that n*ggas a rat n*gga! that’s why them lil shootergang n*ggas, you feel what i’m saying, be on that n*gga ass! ’cause he a motherf*cking rat! but you still run with that n*gga, he got a mozzyk chain on, you dig what i’m saying, ’cause he a b*tch just like your b*tch ass n*gga. yeah. and when e mozzy got that motherf*cking sh*t bag n*gga. you know motherf*cking well them bullets was meant for your motherf*cking ass n*gga. and if i’m lying i’m dying n*gga. on the dead homies n*gga. we call you waldo in the hood n*gga. yeah you hard to find n*gga. where’s waldo n*gga? old hiding, scary ass n*gga! you feel me, you a d*ckrider n*gga. you got these mainstream rap n*ggas fooled mane. you got the internet fooled mane. but i got the streets on notice mane! you know that! you the definition of a d*ckrider mane! everybody your motherf*cking brother, everybody your friend, n*gga you a motherf*cking clown my n*gga. quit running from maserati ricky n*gga. yeah. and if anybody got a problem with what i’m saying n*gga, yeah, holla at me when you beat me n*gga on 3 0 n*gga. yeah and i ain’t lacking n*gga. so approach with motherf*cking caution n*gga. oh yeah!

- cml lavish d

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