Wannabe Bitch (3Pac Diss)

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 X1 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 X1 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 X1 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 X1