Philthy Rich – Troublesome 59 (Mozzy Diss) | Lyrics Video

Lyrics “Troublesome 59”, Mozzy Diss by Philthy Rich

They always had the baddest b**ches up at Skyline
Them Case n**gas just ran you out of Highline
You know I know Carl, n**ga, stop lyin’
Before the footage pop up and end up online, look

It ain’t s**t for me to get a n**ga packed out
These n**gas smokin’ what they sellin’ at the crackhouse
These s**tbags stinkin’ up the traphouse
Don’t bet your money on that flunky, bet he crap out, look
Lil’ man complex but he a big mark
Boonta just beat his ass at the Vick Park
You ain’t never shot s**t, you just s**t start
His career dead, he need me for a kickstart, look

I been runnin’ point up and down the court
N**gas had Hus Mozzy runnin’ back in court
I got time today, b**ch, let’s go back and forth
Shootin’ videos in Fresno and not on Fourth
N**gas ran you out of Inglewood, don’t forget
But you ain’t jump in that field, you jumped on the ‘net
Damian Lillard with the three, n**ga, nothin’ but net
And any n**ga play with me, I bet he gon’ regret

Felix Mitchell ran O-Park in ’83
Until the neighbor snitched on him and the SMV
N**ga you ain’t in these streets, you just Sesame
Sleepin’ on your granny couch until you 23
That Rollie on your b**ch arm, where that came from
A hundred bodies in every song, I ain’t seen one gun
Been around you 5 years and you ain’t dropped nothin’
Who the last n**ga you smoked n**ga, stop frontin’

Free Yatta but you ain’t shoot your part in Oakdale
Always talkin’ ’bout them trenches but don’t go there
I’m from Seminary, b**ch, it ain’t no ho there
Ayy, ask the last p**sy n**ga tried to go there, look
SI’s in them chains, them ain’t VV’s
VS1’s F-colored when you see these
Them n**gas only good for passing out CD’s
Before Phillip, you was at Knox, stealin’ TV’s, look

Was you at Coachella passin’ out herpes
You wasn’t on the yard bustin’ down burpees
I’m back on the Tech, mix it with the Slurpee
I know my kidneys failin’ and it probably hurt me
Snows made up bladadah, that n**ga need a cut
You don’t run that bag in, n**gas gotta cut
I thought you was from that cloth, I thought you was cut
Big dawg where I’m from, boy, you just a mutt

You said June wasn’t from your hood, and Ali either
Free f**kin’ on that ho, but n**ga, why you eat her
Real n**gas from O-Park said why you leave ’em
You ain’t heard the saying never bite the hand that feed you
I play by the old rules, shout out that n**ga Ricky
Don’t make your friends your enemies, that’s when this s**t get tricky
He fell in love with the ho, he gave the b**ch a hickey
I fell in love with the dough, that b**ch purse was empty

But you ain’t bust back when they shot Banna
N**ga froze up and fumbled with the hammer
Playin’ with his nose off the Montana
Real n**gas callin’ home, pressin’ from the slammer
You was Fab, never Zilla, boy, don’t play with Phillip
You was gon’ die a sad broke before you met a Phillip
And that old ass Benz probably need a fill up
And out the Babyface Twins, we know who not the killer

F**k all my opponents, rude from East Natomas
If you in the whip when I catch him, b**ch, you just a bonus
I gotta watch what I say, you know them people on us
A lot of rats in your circle, b**ch, we don’t condone it
Broke n**gas in your video make you stand out
I remember you was runnin’ around with your hand out
Tiny Tim fell off the stage, he done passed out
He don’t be divin’ in no beef, them n**gas ran out

Lil’ Nick the realest n**ga from your neighborhood
I’ll die about my block like I’m Neighborhood
And the back of the chop made of maplewood
Can’t no n**ga squash s**t until I say it’s good
It’s Philthy

Come on Tiny Tim, n**ga, this me, n**ga
It’s me you talkin’ to, n**ga
Not them rap n**gas you be d**k suckin’, n**ga
In every comment, Brudda brudda, brudda brudda
See n**ga, I know you, n**ga, all that fake s**t sound good, n**ga
But we know the real, n**ga
Who wasn’t in the field, n**ga
Who wasn’t in the field, n**ga
B**ch, I had you in the field, n**ga
Wasn’t you on Sem’, n**ga
Wasn’t I in your hood, n**ga
Ain’t that the field, n**ga

C’mon Tim, I been around n**gas 5 years, n**ga
And I ain’t seen not nan’ ‘nother yeeky on your personal, n**ga
Who took what Took what from you
Yeah, n**gas tried to, n**ga
N**gas tried to, that’s what happen when you in the field
When you havin’ this s**t, n**ga
It’s a few of those Mob chains floatin’ around this b**ch, though, n**ga, yeah
See, see me, I ain’t finna be doing all that funny s**t, n**ga
That s**t cool or whatever, n**ga
But we know facts is facts, n**ga
You wasn’t s**t before me, n**ga
Who brought you your first chain, n**ga
Who made you buy a Rollie, n**ga
Who got shot in the ass, n**ga Who
Who, your lil’ homie, n**ga
Now he can’t s**t out his ass
Lil’ silly ass boy versuri.online
And don’t act like they ain’t beat that foreign
That night at the YG concert, n**ga

I took leg shots, n**ga, you know that
You must’ve bumped your head when you fell off stage, b**ch
You know it ain’t that easy, n**ga
You know I’m big dawg, n**ga
You know how I’m comin’, n**ga, on everything
n**ga, I was your Oakland pass, n**ga
You got me f**ked up, n**ga
And shout out Sac’, n**ga, this ain’t no Oakland Sac’ thing, n**ga
‘Cause I still f**k with Sac’ n**gas
This b**ch ass n**ga just talk too much, n**ga
And whatever you wanna do, n**ga, let’s do it, n**ga
Don’t send nobody, come out retirement, b**ch
Philthy…

➤Written by Philthy Rich
Philthy Rich | 2019

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