[Round 1: Baby J]
Aight, y'all ready?
Alright, yo, I said, I'm here off the strength of my debut, and I made the list
I know some people hate this shit
But I said, “I’mma need much room (mushroom). I gotta take this trip.”
To L.A., where some of the greatest spit, and the dankest piff
Just to put you in a bodybag by my lonesome on some gangsta shit
While it would take you 28 G’s just to make a zip
See, my shock value? Enlightening on some Raiden shit
And yo’ girl like my Styles ‘cause the wave is lit
You didn’t have her on lock, so (L.O.X) she came to me to give J the kiss (Jadakiss)
See, so don’t bring up no beef shit
I’mma tell you to stick a fork in it
But how are y’all gonna give Random Baby like a orphanage?
Makes no fuckin’ sense, but no…
I know you’re familiar with the team, helpin’ each other
We built an army - you can’t take the crew’s aid (crusade) from it
I learned not to get big-headed like a blueface hunnid
But when it comes to battle rap, they’re sayin’ the new age run it
And from the jump, man (Jumpman)...
I been waitin’ for doors to open, and all of ‘em (k)new J’s comin’
You know, people wait for doors to open when the n- fuck it
Now I’m on main stage, like I did some shit that the veterans did
Maybe it’s the way Baby spit: someone get him a bib
See, my pistol’s my problem-solver
Makes sense why I did better in trig’...
Or I’ll get the blade, and it’s like Scooby-Doo: I’ll just stick the metal in (meddlin’) kids
So yo, so try to run up on me and the fif’ will pop
Word on the street, I got mo’ crystal rock than a hippie shop
But my girl make my moves for me
She’s the one who let ‘em hit the rock
And the money my Baby Got Back ‘cause she put ‘em on the glass
Goes to show a fiend respects her mix a lot (Sir Mix-a-Lot)
And we in Cali, right?
We in Cali, right? (Yeah!)
Alright, so you gotta make sure whatever you say hard-hits
They want me to battle now, so everything on the radar has switched
But you’re a decent writer
I was kinda glad when they made our picks
But don’t talk about shootin’ and how the only thing you’ll give to J are Smiths (J.R. Smith)
‘Cause you’re a fuckin’ bitch - time
Aight, y'all ready?
Alright, yo, I said, I'm here off the strength of my debut, and I made the list
I know some people hate this shit
But I said, “I’mma need much room (mushroom). I gotta take this trip.”
To L.A., where some of the greatest spit, and the dankest piff
Just to put you in a bodybag by my lonesome on some gangsta shit
While it would take you 28 G’s just to make a zip
See, my shock value? Enlightening on some Raiden shit
And yo’ girl like my Styles ‘cause the wave is lit
You didn’t have her on lock, so (L.O.X) she came to me to give J the kiss (Jadakiss)
See, so don’t bring up no beef shit
I’mma tell you to stick a fork in it
But how are y’all gonna give Random Baby like a orphanage?
Makes no fuckin’ sense, but no…
I know you’re familiar with the team, helpin’ each other
We built an army - you can’t take the crew’s aid (crusade) from it
I learned not to get big-headed like a blueface hunnid
But when it comes to battle rap, they’re sayin’ the new age run it
And from the jump, man (Jumpman)...
I been waitin’ for doors to open, and all of ‘em (k)new J’s comin’
You know, people wait for doors to open when the n- fuck it
Now I’m on main stage, like I did some shit that the veterans did
Maybe it’s the way Baby spit: someone get him a bib
See, my pistol’s my problem-solver
Makes sense why I did better in trig’...
Or I’ll get the blade, and it’s like Scooby-Doo: I’ll just stick the metal in (meddlin’) kids
So yo, so try to run up on me and the fif’ will pop
Word on the street, I got mo’ crystal rock than a hippie shop
But my girl make my moves for me
She’s the one who let ‘em hit the rock
And the money my Baby Got Back ‘cause she put ‘em on the glass
Goes to show a fiend respects her mix a lot (Sir Mix-a-Lot)
And we in Cali, right?
We in Cali, right? (Yeah!)
Alright, so you gotta make sure whatever you say hard-hits
They want me to battle now, so everything on the radar has switched
But you’re a decent writer
I was kinda glad when they made our picks
But don’t talk about shootin’ and how the only thing you’ll give to J are Smiths (J.R. Smith)
‘Cause you’re a fuckin’ bitch - time
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