Discipline (Troy Ave Diss)

Verse:
I wasn’t even gonna respond cuz that shit was mediocre
But then I said I’mma do this shit for the culture
My hand to you like real nigga supposed to
I know 'Pac' in his grave turning over
Whoever told they way you movin' is real
Was lyin' they tryin' to get you killed
I’m tryin' to get you to chill you makin' to many enemies
You lost and you give off the wrong energy
The gangsta you pretend to be is offendin' me
It ain’t addin' up 'cause it’s just not you pedigree
You a cornball with lil bit of celebrity
Without a dime I’m richer than you can ever be
Nigga you’ll never see respect that I got
Ain’t nothin 'Pac' about you except you got shot
Can’t even step on the block without bein' a target
Humble yourself you got bullets odged in your noggin
Limpin' off to court you facin' all types of charges
And still sellin' these fairytales of mirages
He 'Neo' from "The Matrix" they shoot he dodges
Troy story’s is better than Mr. Rogers
Tired of your facade you misleadin' the youth
I ain’t beefin' I’m just speakin' the the truth
You just weak and the proof is your whole team gone
You say they suckas you ever think it was you?
You ever think it was too much?
You movin' like a poo butt
Throwin' shit up in niggas faces when you do stuff?
That’s not real nigga shit dog
You tell the whole world how you gave your man shit dog?
You downtalk the same niggas that ride for you
Disrespect the mom of the same nigga that died for you
Your ego blindin' you
Although you move so fake I’m tryin' to talk to that real nigga inside of you
I’m providin' you with wisdom my nigga
Tried to tell you Hovain you wouldn’t listen my nigga
So you get in beef...they shoot and killed 'Banga"
You shoot...hit nothin' but you a Gangsta?
I wasn’t never outside of your show fam
Any bill you on I wouldn’t even go fam
Any spot I’m in I’m VIP with a gold pen
And I ain’t never dickride no man
But I once happen to see a brother blow though
Then I found out you’re a fucking BOZO
This for all the so-called real niggas that fuck with you
IF YOU CONDONE SUCKA SHIT THEN YOU A SUCKA TOO

Outro:
(You A Sucka Too If You Condone Sucka Shit
What Else You Gon’ Be?
Listen man...I Told Niggas...I’m Leavin’ It Alone
I Tried To Leave It Alone...Man Made A Diss Song About Me
I’m In My House Chillin'
I Told Niggas I Don’t Wanna Beef With You
I Just Want You To Try And Figure It Out
Trying To Move Accordin' To Being Real
You Talk This Real Nigga Shit?
Do Real Nigga SHIT
Beloved...Beloved
This Is Called “Discipline”
This How You Discipline A Nigga
Spank 'Em Up Real Quick
Give 'Em Lil Of Knowledge
Get On Your Square King
You Movin' Like You Got A Death Wish Out Here
I Don’t Wanna See Die...I Don’t Want Nobody To Die
But Don’t Come At Me On This Mic
I Do This Shit For Real)