[Round 1: John John Da Don]
John John Da Don vers' Bill Collector: is this what y’all wanna see?
A fresh fly young emcee, vers' a Tech 9 wannabe?
God forgive me for this murder, and please don't punish me
’Cause I'm not tryna sin, I'm just sending you some company
'Cause I'ma send him to the sky, like a astronaut but when I knock this bitch up it's no accident when my Magnum pop
Give him lead, just to test him, not worried if he pass or not
'Cause he gon' get the same multiple choice that B Magic got
That’s A, headshot, so it’s off with his mug
Or B, hit up his ribs till he coughing up a lung
Or C, go for his knees and have him falling on his nuts
Or D, start from his feet and shoot all of the above
'Cause as of lately, ya’ whole team been looking a little shaky
How Time Bomb 6'5'', Rosenberg 500 pounds, and they get bodied by little JC?
I’m a New York giant, so if Bill play me
Y'all gon' need more than George Wilson for Bill''s safety
Fuck Team Tag 'Em, I'll kill ya' whole clique
Time Bomb time is up, he still ain't blow shit
Eat Raw like a uncooked meal, a cold dish
Cheap customer, how I'ma leave Bill, with no tip
I caught 'em all at once, looked like we was taking photos
I flashed that cannon, made 'em show me the cheese, then they all froze
You, Pinocchio, you wish you was real
Give me the wrong pose if he would boy I'll be lying, with this long nose
I hear him take his shots, I hear that boy hating
So I'ma throw back bullets from that cal boy, I think I'm Troy Aikman
Find me in Norristown with toys blazing
Even if he didn't do it, he still gotta die, Troy Davis
So I hope you ready for war with all that talking
'Cause I'll be at ya' door with the Mormons in the morning
The way I grill beef hit Foreman for endorsements
This Heckler I got, fuck up more, than your performance
I'm not Young Greg, I'm not Amazing D-Boy
I'm not M. Ciddy, they was just the decoys
Now you on a dummy mission, operation destroy
Barrel on his head then spin it like a b-boy
Used to be a blazer now he more like B-Roy
That Mag, got a kick and the glow, Bruce Leeroy
I let it blow to lay him down, think I'm tryna sing Lloyd
On my own, there's no one I phone, I'm Team Droid
Had to check this nigga on the internet first
You pussy online, you don't even put in net work
This nigga think he balling that's until I let the TEC squirt
And put him on reserve when I leave him with a red shirt
His girl known for that good tip drill
I call her Black & Mild, she's always on my wood tip Bill
I bought some ghetto boys from Brooklyn, you could get killed
Think you Scarface, they'll find you out in Bushwick Bill
'Cause on the real, you pussy, I don't know who you tryna fake
'Cause when you battled against Ciddy, you got all inside his face
Till he almost snuffed you, when you hit his hat by mistake
Then you apologized, like a bitch, then gave him a lotta space
You PA niggas ain't learned from that Dose hit from Math?
You'll get snuffed while you rapping, ask Joey Jihad
Toast gonna blast and turn him to the ghost of the past
That milli bang like Philly slang, he'll really go in his bag
John John Da Don vers' Bill Collector: is this what y’all wanna see?
A fresh fly young emcee, vers' a Tech 9 wannabe?
God forgive me for this murder, and please don't punish me
’Cause I'm not tryna sin, I'm just sending you some company
'Cause I'ma send him to the sky, like a astronaut but when I knock this bitch up it's no accident when my Magnum pop
Give him lead, just to test him, not worried if he pass or not
'Cause he gon' get the same multiple choice that B Magic got
That’s A, headshot, so it’s off with his mug
Or B, hit up his ribs till he coughing up a lung
Or C, go for his knees and have him falling on his nuts
Or D, start from his feet and shoot all of the above
'Cause as of lately, ya’ whole team been looking a little shaky
How Time Bomb 6'5'', Rosenberg 500 pounds, and they get bodied by little JC?
I’m a New York giant, so if Bill play me
Y'all gon' need more than George Wilson for Bill''s safety
Fuck Team Tag 'Em, I'll kill ya' whole clique
Time Bomb time is up, he still ain't blow shit
Eat Raw like a uncooked meal, a cold dish
Cheap customer, how I'ma leave Bill, with no tip
I caught 'em all at once, looked like we was taking photos
I flashed that cannon, made 'em show me the cheese, then they all froze
You, Pinocchio, you wish you was real
Give me the wrong pose if he would boy I'll be lying, with this long nose
I hear him take his shots, I hear that boy hating
So I'ma throw back bullets from that cal boy, I think I'm Troy Aikman
Find me in Norristown with toys blazing
Even if he didn't do it, he still gotta die, Troy Davis
So I hope you ready for war with all that talking
'Cause I'll be at ya' door with the Mormons in the morning
The way I grill beef hit Foreman for endorsements
This Heckler I got, fuck up more, than your performance
I'm not Young Greg, I'm not Amazing D-Boy
I'm not M. Ciddy, they was just the decoys
Now you on a dummy mission, operation destroy
Barrel on his head then spin it like a b-boy
Used to be a blazer now he more like B-Roy
That Mag, got a kick and the glow, Bruce Leeroy
I let it blow to lay him down, think I'm tryna sing Lloyd
On my own, there's no one I phone, I'm Team Droid
Had to check this nigga on the internet first
You pussy online, you don't even put in net work
This nigga think he balling that's until I let the TEC squirt
And put him on reserve when I leave him with a red shirt
His girl known for that good tip drill
I call her Black & Mild, she's always on my wood tip Bill
I bought some ghetto boys from Brooklyn, you could get killed
Think you Scarface, they'll find you out in Bushwick Bill
'Cause on the real, you pussy, I don't know who you tryna fake
'Cause when you battled against Ciddy, you got all inside his face
Till he almost snuffed you, when you hit his hat by mistake
Then you apologized, like a bitch, then gave him a lotta space
You PA niggas ain't learned from that Dose hit from Math?
You'll get snuffed while you rapping, ask Joey Jihad
Toast gonna blast and turn him to the ghost of the past
That milli bang like Philly slang, he'll really go in his bag
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