Lirik Lagu Tia Told Me (Rick Ross Diss) - 50 Cent
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[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me (You ain't gonna believe 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 bullshitI'm back movin around strapped with a full clipThese rap niggas they back talkin that back talkI stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawkWho got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the strapsNavy blue CTS leanin in the 'lacWay back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy backBack in the days it was ok to fuck with meNow you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for meWait! Let me tell ya what your baby told meYou ain't got a street bone in your whole bodyYour not, who you think you areWith your gun and your badge you think your hardActin like your movin blow in the streetsNigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homeyOfficer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse Two]SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talkThat fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New YorkYou wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at itFirst, It's We The Best, then it's We DepressedAfter this shit flop there like damn We StressedWe a mess he's not the nigga to testIt's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vestCall me crazy go 'head call me crazyMe and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybeImagine how she felt when she seen how I livedWhen I use the intercom to find niggas in my cribHey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus farMy money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ ParEarly in the mornin turn your radio on50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me (Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit!!)Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done Ricky!!!)Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Outro]I just feel like I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!!To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!I mean I have to help him out with somethin over thereBecause I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it outYou know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me (You won't believe 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
[Verse One]I'm back baby I'm back back on my bullshitI'm back movin around strapped with a full clipThese rap niggas they back talkin that back talkI stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawkWho got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back?I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the strapsNavy blue CTS leanin in the 'lacWay back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy backBack in the days it was ok to fuck with meNow you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for meWait! Let me tell ya what your baby told meYou ain't got a street bone in your whole bodyYour not, who you think you areWith your gun and your badge you think your hardActin like your movin blow in the streetsNigga where I'm from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homeyOfficer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Verse Two]SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We don't wanna hear your mafia tough talkThat fake fuck boy shit don't fly in New YorkYou wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled?Fine, I'll just fuck everybody up while I'm at itFirst, It's We The Best, then it's We DepressedAfter this shit flop there like damn We StressedWe a mess he's not the nigga to testIt's ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vestCall me crazy go 'head call me crazyMe and your baby mama 'gon get intimate maybeImagine how she felt when she seen how I livedWhen I use the intercom to find niggas in my cribHey! I'm the biggest boss she seen thus farMy money comin in the mornin so I'm up with Russ ParEarly in the mornin turn your radio on50 bout to come on, you missin the joint
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me (Man you ain't 'gon believe this shit!!)Your fuckin career is over homey (Your done Ricky!!!)Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Outro]I just feel like I'm showin off now!!!! I mean I'm rich nman!!!!I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!!To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!I mean I have to help him out with somethin over thereBecause I'm disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, we'll work it outYou know, it's just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!
[Chorus]You won't believe what Tia told me (You won't believe 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
