[Round 1: Ave]
They finally got a nigga out west
So I guess the people need a movie to see
Y'all want a couple G's to face, well that shit Gucci to me
See, some of y'all probably ain't heard of me much
Just know that it can go down once shit gets started like a courtesy flush
I heard he tough, so what? Alright, y'all tellin' me he bang
So now I'm supposed to be psyched 'cause of all these felonies he claim?
Man let him try me here tonight
Bro the second we exchange
Think Eddie out the script: shit, life will never be the same
I ain't gon' entertain the lip and discussion
Off the hip and it's bustin'
The baby .40: that's Benjamin Button
Bitch, I ain't bluffin', gun-buttin' will split your lil' hottie
Meaning I will take the four and whip your boo, Gotti
I ain't cocky, I'm just a nigga trained for the problems
Shit, I used to drown my pain with a bottle
Got on my hustle, then sold 'caine by the dollar
You know the model, like a bitch on top
Ride too good, shit I came from the bottom
I'm not them sucka-ass scary men that had that merry end
There times we ate with nothin' but fish, I'm pescatarian
Carryin' somethin' smaller on point like Muggsy Bogues
Made my money off of elbow moves, I'm Dusty Rhodes
Yeah I took this on the road and I ain't carin' or bother
I'm from Norfolk and I'm headin' back there come tomorrow
But see I came out here prepared with them hollows
Call my Compton shooter
Them same bullets that I'm airin' will follow
I'm not gon' dip all strange 'cause he gon' get y'all lames
Let him trip, it's enough to get whoever's involved slain
That yap will spit long range, equipped with a clear clip
You'll see what move through the machine like a pinball game
You think I'm playin'?
Let him send some shit from his hood at me
You'll get your Nutty buddies a box like Lil Debbie
'Cause we ready, artillery? Heavy, the clips is loaded
Mine gave me like 30 to get out: eviction notice
And he know this shit ain't bogus
I'm rollin' with all kinda heaters
Oh they eatin'? Well I'm findin' his bitch, slide to this meetin'
Once she help me set him up on the grind I'm pinky thinkin'
She'll get ate 'cause she gave me the Nut, bitch now we even
See, this how we rock, trust me
He come his work Monday?
I'm showin' up Wednesday brotha: that's Pugsley
I snatch his crowns, take the nigga can' off his belt
Get squeezed on by your own arms, dance wit yourself
I don't need help, 'cause I'll take the hands and just embarrass ya
Have them question marks on your face like hidden characters
I'll whip this nigga Gotti, will his niggas hit me? Prolly
Just know I'm 'bout to get back fast: that's Ricky Bobby
So tell me how you wanna take it partner? My range is farther
Got homies with blue and red stripes: Jamaican lagers
I can either break his jaw or make it harder
Leg shots, doc predicted he'll never get around like hatin' bloggers
Don't mention me with the talkers, 'cause I ride bottom line
Whether lettin' them shots fly or be quiet about the crime
Cali singer how he dyin'
What y'all ain't catch that?
Get a rope 'round your neck tat: I'll tie Dolla Sign
Fuck ya grind 'cause ya always whine about the raw he pump
How we hard and got heart, cuz, lettin' that .40 dump
Till they in court, off course that's when the different story come
See, now he tellin' everything from a bench: he Forrest Gump
See, that's these hoes scary conscious
Part of the reason why we see cons is over the tongue like old Larry Johnsons
It's nonsense, once they time hit they foldin' over
Only trained to blow smoke, so don't give the Loc a motive
I told him to show respect for me
Knife to the neck will be
The reason you cut from bein' nutty, like a vasectomy
So now that we in mix and you think I'll take a loss
Think of Dolph and y'all see Gotti ain't killin' shit
They finally got a nigga out west
So I guess the people need a movie to see
Y'all want a couple G's to face, well that shit Gucci to me
See, some of y'all probably ain't heard of me much
Just know that it can go down once shit gets started like a courtesy flush
I heard he tough, so what? Alright, y'all tellin' me he bang
So now I'm supposed to be psyched 'cause of all these felonies he claim?
Man let him try me here tonight
Bro the second we exchange
Think Eddie out the script: shit, life will never be the same
I ain't gon' entertain the lip and discussion
Off the hip and it's bustin'
The baby .40: that's Benjamin Button
Bitch, I ain't bluffin', gun-buttin' will split your lil' hottie
Meaning I will take the four and whip your boo, Gotti
I ain't cocky, I'm just a nigga trained for the problems
Shit, I used to drown my pain with a bottle
Got on my hustle, then sold 'caine by the dollar
You know the model, like a bitch on top
Ride too good, shit I came from the bottom
I'm not them sucka-ass scary men that had that merry end
There times we ate with nothin' but fish, I'm pescatarian
Carryin' somethin' smaller on point like Muggsy Bogues
Made my money off of elbow moves, I'm Dusty Rhodes
Yeah I took this on the road and I ain't carin' or bother
I'm from Norfolk and I'm headin' back there come tomorrow
But see I came out here prepared with them hollows
Call my Compton shooter
Them same bullets that I'm airin' will follow
I'm not gon' dip all strange 'cause he gon' get y'all lames
Let him trip, it's enough to get whoever's involved slain
That yap will spit long range, equipped with a clear clip
You'll see what move through the machine like a pinball game
You think I'm playin'?
Let him send some shit from his hood at me
You'll get your Nutty buddies a box like Lil Debbie
'Cause we ready, artillery? Heavy, the clips is loaded
Mine gave me like 30 to get out: eviction notice
And he know this shit ain't bogus
I'm rollin' with all kinda heaters
Oh they eatin'? Well I'm findin' his bitch, slide to this meetin'
Once she help me set him up on the grind I'm pinky thinkin'
She'll get ate 'cause she gave me the Nut, bitch now we even
See, this how we rock, trust me
He come his work Monday?
I'm showin' up Wednesday brotha: that's Pugsley
I snatch his crowns, take the nigga can' off his belt
Get squeezed on by your own arms, dance wit yourself
I don't need help, 'cause I'll take the hands and just embarrass ya
Have them question marks on your face like hidden characters
I'll whip this nigga Gotti, will his niggas hit me? Prolly
Just know I'm 'bout to get back fast: that's Ricky Bobby
So tell me how you wanna take it partner? My range is farther
Got homies with blue and red stripes: Jamaican lagers
I can either break his jaw or make it harder
Leg shots, doc predicted he'll never get around like hatin' bloggers
Don't mention me with the talkers, 'cause I ride bottom line
Whether lettin' them shots fly or be quiet about the crime
Cali singer how he dyin'
What y'all ain't catch that?
Get a rope 'round your neck tat: I'll tie Dolla Sign
Fuck ya grind 'cause ya always whine about the raw he pump
How we hard and got heart, cuz, lettin' that .40 dump
Till they in court, off course that's when the different story come
See, now he tellin' everything from a bench: he Forrest Gump
See, that's these hoes scary conscious
Part of the reason why we see cons is over the tongue like old Larry Johnsons
It's nonsense, once they time hit they foldin' over
Only trained to blow smoke, so don't give the Loc a motive
I told him to show respect for me
Knife to the neck will be
The reason you cut from bein' nutty, like a vasectomy
So now that we in mix and you think I'll take a loss
Think of Dolph and y'all see Gotti ain't killin' shit
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