[Round 1: John John Da Don]
Remember Summer Madness 3 lil nigga?
That was your big chance
It’s kinda ironic how you made it to the big dance
But I been killing you Detroit niggas, why switch plans?
In other words, I stretch the glove out, I got big hands!
You could ask your city about me, nigga they know
I’m The Truth like Paul Pierce, what you think I keep this trey for?
They’ll find this nigga buried six feet in that grave flow
To show ya’ll that I don’t gotta be Diddy to leave J Lo
As for all my haters, time to teach ya’ll how to love me
When I pull up, he gon’ die per squeeze just like them Huggies
It’s a wrap, I;ma put this lil nigga to sleep without a snuggie
Arms going around his head, I’m tryin’ to teach him how to dougie
I'ma black until the crowd yell, ‘Ohhh!’ does that disturb you?
My guess is you don’t know your colors well, so let me…[unclear]…you
If my gun got a infared and I keep my finger on the trigger ‘til it turn blue
That means it’s gon’ get ultraviolet per pull
You squirt tools? Is this some kind of sick joke?
A dancer that kills people? Get a load of this folks
It has to be breakfast if this kid every gripped toast
Cause the only time we ever seen him pop was for Chris Stokes
And that video made you gay and that’s a fact
Especially about how your life became after that
Cause according to Chris Stokes you got a platinum plaque
For spitting on the mic and you ain’t even have to Rap
You let him be your mack Daddy, supplying you with lip-gloss
I would’ve got my Daddy’s mac and made him jump like it’s tip off
Wait a minute, that’s ‘Mack, Daddy’ ‘Daddy, Mack’ you see the flip dawg?
That’s why you backwards now for the lines you let Kriss Kross
Don’t you know how much that shit reflected on your hometown?
Cause now you need the Motor City to get back on the road now
Cause that transmission failed, meaning everybody know now
You got sugar in your tank and that’s why Pontiac broke down
Good luck to you winning on the road, J
And don’t blame this New York crowd, that shit is so gay
Remember, I was there when Red bodied you at home, J
So you should try to get Jersey back because of O, J
No way I would ever lose to JC
It’s just way too many ways for me to flip JC
Like I could shoot 20 for 20, the perfect J, see?
Get it? 20/20 so eye can help J see
You see my lines got lines on the low, that’s an underscore
My four sees him so win the Spring Break
I bet son will Fall
I gotta hold it like a rope, I never seen this kinda gun before
But when I pull, the shit pull me back, we be playing tug-of-war
Ain’t we cool? What the fuck you acting hot for?
You still proving your ground, what the fuck I need your spot for?
First round, BARS, but what the fuck should I stop for?
Just wait ‘til ya’ll hear my second round, cause I got more
Remember Summer Madness 3 lil nigga?
That was your big chance
It’s kinda ironic how you made it to the big dance
But I been killing you Detroit niggas, why switch plans?
In other words, I stretch the glove out, I got big hands!
You could ask your city about me, nigga they know
I’m The Truth like Paul Pierce, what you think I keep this trey for?
They’ll find this nigga buried six feet in that grave flow
To show ya’ll that I don’t gotta be Diddy to leave J Lo
As for all my haters, time to teach ya’ll how to love me
When I pull up, he gon’ die per squeeze just like them Huggies
It’s a wrap, I;ma put this lil nigga to sleep without a snuggie
Arms going around his head, I’m tryin’ to teach him how to dougie
I'ma black until the crowd yell, ‘Ohhh!’ does that disturb you?
My guess is you don’t know your colors well, so let me…[unclear]…you
If my gun got a infared and I keep my finger on the trigger ‘til it turn blue
That means it’s gon’ get ultraviolet per pull
You squirt tools? Is this some kind of sick joke?
A dancer that kills people? Get a load of this folks
It has to be breakfast if this kid every gripped toast
Cause the only time we ever seen him pop was for Chris Stokes
And that video made you gay and that’s a fact
Especially about how your life became after that
Cause according to Chris Stokes you got a platinum plaque
For spitting on the mic and you ain’t even have to Rap
You let him be your mack Daddy, supplying you with lip-gloss
I would’ve got my Daddy’s mac and made him jump like it’s tip off
Wait a minute, that’s ‘Mack, Daddy’ ‘Daddy, Mack’ you see the flip dawg?
That’s why you backwards now for the lines you let Kriss Kross
Don’t you know how much that shit reflected on your hometown?
Cause now you need the Motor City to get back on the road now
Cause that transmission failed, meaning everybody know now
You got sugar in your tank and that’s why Pontiac broke down
Good luck to you winning on the road, J
And don’t blame this New York crowd, that shit is so gay
Remember, I was there when Red bodied you at home, J
So you should try to get Jersey back because of O, J
No way I would ever lose to JC
It’s just way too many ways for me to flip JC
Like I could shoot 20 for 20, the perfect J, see?
Get it? 20/20 so eye can help J see
You see my lines got lines on the low, that’s an underscore
My four sees him so win the Spring Break
I bet son will Fall
I gotta hold it like a rope, I never seen this kinda gun before
But when I pull, the shit pull me back, we be playing tug-of-war
Ain’t we cool? What the fuck you acting hot for?
You still proving your ground, what the fuck I need your spot for?
First round, BARS, but what the fuck should I stop for?
Just wait ‘til ya’ll hear my second round, cause I got more
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