[Round 1: Big T]
Big Terrance!
Mr. Chilakaboo, but in Caffeine I heard it’s a echo so call me Mr. Pik-pak-ping
From the things I seen, it’s wars full of casualties
The clip full of capacity, yah’mean?
You know, capacity, Amin
Or I’m talkin’ ‘bout could pass Idi Amin
You know, rocket launchers and shit
“Boo-blakas” and shit
This my style, I started the shit
The capacity Yao Ming
So chill out
‘Fore I knock this Freeway-lookin’ Shaquille O’Neal out
And nigga it’ll be a hole in his bitch
Now it’ll be a hole in this bitch
Now he in a hole in a ditch
Chillin’ like Buffalo Bill house
Oouu, fuck yo’ fat-ass baby mama
Take me to where yo’ real house where you used to live now
Nah, that’s a bitch that I could least’ll (Lisa) crush forever like Milhousе
They tell me to chill out
Why?
You wanna bе hard over everything?
Beg your pardon, like your Twitter account: pow, we gon’ put paws (pause) over everything
Man, he used to it
He talkin’ about he like his bars over everything
‘Cause you institutionalized, of course you prefer bars over everything
“Big T, you didn’t mean that”
But for Amin, I mean that
Yo’ mean ass
Nigga I will Idi Amin Amin ass
Clean pass
I’ll make your team pass: Steve Nash
Knock your lock out: your League Pass
I’ll turn this whole Caffeine staff to green grass
Your whole league pass
Like your bald head, you will never get your waves back
Bald head hit you, [low down dirty shame mat?]
Nigga bald head hit you, where Keenan Ivory Wayans at?
Bald head hit you, clown ass nigga, homie don’t play that
Nigga gon’ head, let’s get homie on the playback
If I ride through yo’ block, and I don’t see nothin’ but white teeth
I mean (Amin) mug a nigga, we gon fill him for somethin’ hot, T (tea)
Oh you caught me, it’s gon’ be easy
*Badidaboom badidabing*
I put the switch on T 40, now it’s E-40: it *yadidididaaaming*
Ya knidididow what I mean?
Nigga you was the typa nigga when you was in jail, beefin’ over wit’ Ja Rule and 50
And the nigga didn’t even know Ja Rule or 50
Gon’ head, I wish this DMX ass nigga try to pull it wit’ me
Gon’ bark up the wrong tree, I got the Boomer wit’ me
Chilakaboo is wit’ me
All I’m sayin’: it’ll leave ya dead
2Pac, Machiavellli, Akinyele
You’ll get took out by a bitch, and it’s not R. Kelly
You’ll get took out by a bitch, out the Fonzarelli
Ayyyyys, you’ll get took out by a bitch, like Ox in Belly
Pop, and a nigga playin’ Ace today is not Jim Carrey
Pop the Desi
Akinyele- look
Nigga you think yo’ pen’s oil?
Y’all ain’t slick to a can of Pennzoil
Look, T put in work wit’ Twork
I black wit’ Jakk: that’s 2-1
What Drugz nigga I just wanna steal on you
Nigga I’on like the light skin on you
I can’t stand the beard on you
So do I go at all Lu tenants (lieutenants) ‘til they spoils
Nah it’s a wrap for that: I get all Lu man and ‘em (aluminum) ‘til they foiled
Nigga I’m ‘bout to big boy you
Since you was in a foil
You like popcorn; y’all blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
You would’ve blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
Nigga if that was me, I would’ve popped up in the bubble like little kids playin’ in trouble
Gon’ head go up wit’ Lu if you want to
You gon’ be in harm’s way for Cas’ like the lunch rubble
Anchorman doin’ the lunch scuffle
Nigga fuck you
Quiet!
Big Terrance!
Mr. Chilakaboo, but in Caffeine I heard it’s a echo so call me Mr. Pik-pak-ping
From the things I seen, it’s wars full of casualties
The clip full of capacity, yah’mean?
You know, capacity, Amin
Or I’m talkin’ ‘bout could pass Idi Amin
You know, rocket launchers and shit
“Boo-blakas” and shit
This my style, I started the shit
The capacity Yao Ming
So chill out
‘Fore I knock this Freeway-lookin’ Shaquille O’Neal out
And nigga it’ll be a hole in his bitch
Now it’ll be a hole in this bitch
Now he in a hole in a ditch
Chillin’ like Buffalo Bill house
Oouu, fuck yo’ fat-ass baby mama
Take me to where yo’ real house where you used to live now
Nah, that’s a bitch that I could least’ll (Lisa) crush forever like Milhousе
They tell me to chill out
Why?
You wanna bе hard over everything?
Beg your pardon, like your Twitter account: pow, we gon’ put paws (pause) over everything
Man, he used to it
He talkin’ about he like his bars over everything
‘Cause you institutionalized, of course you prefer bars over everything
“Big T, you didn’t mean that”
But for Amin, I mean that
Yo’ mean ass
Nigga I will Idi Amin Amin ass
Clean pass
I’ll make your team pass: Steve Nash
Knock your lock out: your League Pass
I’ll turn this whole Caffeine staff to green grass
Your whole league pass
Like your bald head, you will never get your waves back
Bald head hit you, [low down dirty shame mat?]
Nigga bald head hit you, where Keenan Ivory Wayans at?
Bald head hit you, clown ass nigga, homie don’t play that
Nigga gon’ head, let’s get homie on the playback
If I ride through yo’ block, and I don’t see nothin’ but white teeth
I mean (Amin) mug a nigga, we gon fill him for somethin’ hot, T (tea)
Oh you caught me, it’s gon’ be easy
*Badidaboom badidabing*
I put the switch on T 40, now it’s E-40: it *yadidididaaaming*
Ya knidididow what I mean?
Nigga you was the typa nigga when you was in jail, beefin’ over wit’ Ja Rule and 50
And the nigga didn’t even know Ja Rule or 50
Gon’ head, I wish this DMX ass nigga try to pull it wit’ me
Gon’ bark up the wrong tree, I got the Boomer wit’ me
Chilakaboo is wit’ me
All I’m sayin’: it’ll leave ya dead
2Pac, Machiavellli, Akinyele
You’ll get took out by a bitch, and it’s not R. Kelly
You’ll get took out by a bitch, out the Fonzarelli
Ayyyyys, you’ll get took out by a bitch, like Ox in Belly
Pop, and a nigga playin’ Ace today is not Jim Carrey
Pop the Desi
Akinyele- look
Nigga you think yo’ pen’s oil?
Y’all ain’t slick to a can of Pennzoil
Look, T put in work wit’ Twork
I black wit’ Jakk: that’s 2-1
What Drugz nigga I just wanna steal on you
Nigga I’on like the light skin on you
I can’t stand the beard on you
So do I go at all Lu tenants (lieutenants) ‘til they spoils
Nah it’s a wrap for that: I get all Lu man and ‘em (aluminum) ‘til they foiled
Nigga I’m ‘bout to big boy you
Since you was in a foil
You like popcorn; y’all blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
You would’ve blew up in the bubble, bubble baby
Nigga if that was me, I would’ve popped up in the bubble like little kids playin’ in trouble
Gon’ head go up wit’ Lu if you want to
You gon’ be in harm’s way for Cas’ like the lunch rubble
Anchorman doin’ the lunch scuffle
Nigga fuck you
Quiet!
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