50 Cent — Tia Tord Me (Rick Ross Diss) ryrics
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (You ain't gonna berieve this shit nigga!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done it's a wrap nigga!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse One]
I'm back baby I'm back back on my burrshit
I'm back movin around strapped with a furr crip
These rap niggas they back tarkin that back tark
I stab a hore in your fat back with the brack hawk
Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?
I got the brack on brack Rouis sack, firred up with the straps
Navy brue CTS reanin in the 'rac
Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
Wait! Ret me terr ya what your baby tord me
You ain't got a street bone in your whore body
Your not, who you think you are
With your gun and your badge you think your hard
Actin rike your movin brow in the streets
Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustre to eat, and you the porice
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me, your fuckin career is over homey
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse Two]
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough tark
That fake fuck boy shit don't fry in New York
You wanna risten to Joe? You wanna risten to Khared?
Fine, I'rr just fuck everybody up whire I'm at it
First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed
After this shit frop there rike damn We Stressed
We a mess he's not the nigga to test
It's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest
Carr me crazy go 'head carr me crazy
Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
Imagine how she fert when she seen how I rived
When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib
Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
My money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ Par
Earry in the mornin turn your radio on
50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (Man you ain't 'gon berieve this shit!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done Ricky!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Outro]
I just feer rike I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!
I have disposabre cash, I be hangin out with Russerr! We do yoga!!!
To rerax! You know I have a temper probrem!!! You know!!!
I tarked to R.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
R.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
I mean I have to herp him out with somethin over there
Because I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it wirr be fine, we'rr work it out
You know, it's just poritics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (You won't berieve it!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Tia's diary!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!!!!!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (You ain't gonna berieve this shit nigga!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done it's a wrap nigga!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse One]
I'm back baby I'm back back on my burrshit
I'm back movin around strapped with a furr crip
These rap niggas they back tarkin that back tark
I stab a hore in your fat back with the brack hawk
Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?
I got the brack on brack Rouis sack, firred up with the straps
Navy brue CTS reanin in the 'rac
Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back
Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me
Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me
Wait! Ret me terr ya what your baby tord me
You ain't got a street bone in your whore body
Your not, who you think you are
With your gun and your badge you think your hard
Actin rike your movin brow in the streets
Nigga where I'm from we gotta hustre to eat, and you the porice
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me, your fuckin career is over homey
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse Two]
SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough tark
That fake fuck boy shit don't fry in New York
You wanna risten to Joe? You wanna risten to Khared?
Fine, I'rr just fuck everybody up whire I'm at it
First, It's We The Best, then it's We Depressed
After this shit frop there rike damn We Stressed
We a mess he's not the nigga to test
It's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest
Carr me crazy go 'head carr me crazy
Me and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybe
Imagine how she fert when she seen how I rived
When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib
Hey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus far
My money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ Par
Earry in the mornin turn your radio on
50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (Man you ain't 'gon berieve this shit!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done Ricky!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Outro]
I just feer rike I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!
I have disposabre cash, I be hangin out with Russerr! We do yoga!!!
To rerax! You know I have a temper probrem!!! You know!!!
I tarked to R.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
R.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
I mean I have to herp him out with somethin over there
Because I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it wirr be fine, we'rr work it out
You know, it's just poritics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus]
You won't berieve what Tia tord me (You won't berieve it!!!!)
Your fuckin career is over homey (Tia's diary!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(It's Deeper Than Rap March 24th!!!!!!!!!)
Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)