[Round 1: Ah Di Boom]
I said Smack
Respect for the opportunity cause you got a lot of fans for me
Danny, we on TV
So that temper that rise, try to channel it
Ya brains lookin' like the Denver Broncos
Blown out in the Superbowl, I'll Manning him
Now apologies to the editors that press the beep, beep button when we curse
Cause I'ma tell y'all first
It's about to be a lot of profanity
Motherfucker you is not that nice
You just old brother
I bet they can picture you dyin' to this pose (dispose) brother
You 'bout to witness defeat (da feet), stay on ya toes brother
Or have 'em cover ya back like James Brown cause I'm willin' to take ya Soul, Brother
I said I'm outside ya crib like meep, meep in my Roadrunner
Cause you ain't pay me back for them drugs that be bone color
I got Martin on rerun before murder, let me unload brother
My son always got a big ratchet in the crib like Cole mother
So what we doin'? Performin' with bars?
Touche
Well you dyin' in 48 hours, that's today
I live by the rules of LL, Cool J
Mama Said Knock You Out
And I listen to my mother more than Bobby Boucher
Now do you have anything to say?
Cool, cause you was 'bout to get them clear shots; Blu Ray
Through ya door, .44 {gun cocks} Biggie Smalls
Hittin' everything I see movin', I mean big or small
I notice I see his bitch but I can't leave a witness y'all
So the headshot was Fabuloso, all over the kitchen floor
I said I tell my niggas, "Rush when I'm flairin' the piece."
Headshot, the nigga behind you gon' be starin' at me
And if this pig tell (tail) just know, you gettin' hog tied
This fist run in ya mouth and make ya jaw slide
I will lighten you up when I show you my dark side
You better look both ways before you cross I (eye)
Jersey
I said Smack
Respect for the opportunity cause you got a lot of fans for me
Danny, we on TV
So that temper that rise, try to channel it
Ya brains lookin' like the Denver Broncos
Blown out in the Superbowl, I'll Manning him
Now apologies to the editors that press the beep, beep button when we curse
Cause I'ma tell y'all first
It's about to be a lot of profanity
Motherfucker you is not that nice
You just old brother
I bet they can picture you dyin' to this pose (dispose) brother
You 'bout to witness defeat (da feet), stay on ya toes brother
Or have 'em cover ya back like James Brown cause I'm willin' to take ya Soul, Brother
I said I'm outside ya crib like meep, meep in my Roadrunner
Cause you ain't pay me back for them drugs that be bone color
I got Martin on rerun before murder, let me unload brother
My son always got a big ratchet in the crib like Cole mother
So what we doin'? Performin' with bars?
Touche
Well you dyin' in 48 hours, that's today
I live by the rules of LL, Cool J
Mama Said Knock You Out
And I listen to my mother more than Bobby Boucher
Now do you have anything to say?
Cool, cause you was 'bout to get them clear shots; Blu Ray
Through ya door, .44 {gun cocks} Biggie Smalls
Hittin' everything I see movin', I mean big or small
I notice I see his bitch but I can't leave a witness y'all
So the headshot was Fabuloso, all over the kitchen floor
I said I tell my niggas, "Rush when I'm flairin' the piece."
Headshot, the nigga behind you gon' be starin' at me
And if this pig tell (tail) just know, you gettin' hog tied
This fist run in ya mouth and make ya jaw slide
I will lighten you up when I show you my dark side
You better look both ways before you cross I (eye)
Jersey
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