[Round 1: Pass]
I grew up on New York rappers, y'all started it was godly
G Rap, Jay-Z, Mook, Cam’, Party Arty and Mobb Deep
Now y'all sorry and it's sloppy
Case in point, the two biggest rappers from New York is Cardi and Tekashi
Ain’t no more watchin'
That bitch flipped upside down, I'm floor moppin'
Everybody bitter in the Apple and the core (Cor') rotten
Cory what's the story, you gotta third round we gotta speak about?
You got some dirt on a nigga?
Well fuck that, let's lower the casket y'all can watch me throw dirt on a nigga
Oh you gettin’ top tier money, that’s kinda nice
Don't lemme find the price
My nigga gotta nickel in his pocket that’ll buy ya life
I'm on like shit, north Oakland, 456
At the Knicks game, sittin' court side bitch wit Cort' side bitch
Nah, lemme flip that, switch it for the war vibe
I’m from Oakland, more specifically the 45
But like these Spike Lee's seats you might trip over what's stickin' outta court (Cor') side
Chopper in ya grill, show ya teeth da K (decay) he need fluoride Cor' died, married to the game, the bitch a corpse bride
Don't talk, niggas got popped for less
You get murdered on Myrtle Ave, I'm on ya block you're next
I'm knockin' at ya top doorstep
I''m like a ese in LA, everyday I'll rock Cortez
You can die from one punch, I'm the leader of the cult
This nigga think he got the juice, till I beat em to a pulp
Piece on his neck, it ain't two fingers reachin for the pulse
Most ya battles locked up, we peepin the result
This ain't the safe combo that's why they keep you in the vault, nigga
Shout out to my nigga Apes/A.P., that's my playa patna
He said, "Nigga we from Oakland, you better go out there and spray the chopper."
My heart conditioned to take a lotta, pain I gotta
Give blood pressure, so I came from the Bay to (Beta) block ya (blocker)
Take ya patnas, line all them bitches up, you the maid of honor
You needa suit made of armor, my blade is sharper
Take it, started from behind, then it come back around now you afraid of karma
This a brawl stopper
Two sicks in the air, this music to my ear this a long opera
This a long shot but I go from the side, it's gone be a surprise, and a jaw dropper
I'm on top of the game, who you came wit'? his onslaught fa' ya whole squad papa
I'm dolo & I'll whoop all y'all patnas, I'll Ong Bok ya
I clown bitches, you gon die playin' around wit; this
Last two words you gon hear...is "Town Bizness"
I grew up on New York rappers, y'all started it was godly
G Rap, Jay-Z, Mook, Cam’, Party Arty and Mobb Deep
Now y'all sorry and it's sloppy
Case in point, the two biggest rappers from New York is Cardi and Tekashi
Ain’t no more watchin'
That bitch flipped upside down, I'm floor moppin'
Everybody bitter in the Apple and the core (Cor') rotten
Cory what's the story, you gotta third round we gotta speak about?
You got some dirt on a nigga?
Well fuck that, let's lower the casket y'all can watch me throw dirt on a nigga
Oh you gettin’ top tier money, that’s kinda nice
Don't lemme find the price
My nigga gotta nickel in his pocket that’ll buy ya life
I'm on like shit, north Oakland, 456
At the Knicks game, sittin' court side bitch wit Cort' side bitch
Nah, lemme flip that, switch it for the war vibe
I’m from Oakland, more specifically the 45
But like these Spike Lee's seats you might trip over what's stickin' outta court (Cor') side
Chopper in ya grill, show ya teeth da K (decay) he need fluoride Cor' died, married to the game, the bitch a corpse bride
Don't talk, niggas got popped for less
You get murdered on Myrtle Ave, I'm on ya block you're next
I'm knockin' at ya top doorstep
I''m like a ese in LA, everyday I'll rock Cortez
You can die from one punch, I'm the leader of the cult
This nigga think he got the juice, till I beat em to a pulp
Piece on his neck, it ain't two fingers reachin for the pulse
Most ya battles locked up, we peepin the result
This ain't the safe combo that's why they keep you in the vault, nigga
Shout out to my nigga Apes/A.P., that's my playa patna
He said, "Nigga we from Oakland, you better go out there and spray the chopper."
My heart conditioned to take a lotta, pain I gotta
Give blood pressure, so I came from the Bay to (Beta) block ya (blocker)
Take ya patnas, line all them bitches up, you the maid of honor
You needa suit made of armor, my blade is sharper
Take it, started from behind, then it come back around now you afraid of karma
This a brawl stopper
Two sicks in the air, this music to my ear this a long opera
This a long shot but I go from the side, it's gone be a surprise, and a jaw dropper
I'm on top of the game, who you came wit'? his onslaught fa' ya whole squad papa
I'm dolo & I'll whoop all y'all patnas, I'll Ong Bok ya
I clown bitches, you gon die playin' around wit; this
Last two words you gon hear...is "Town Bizness"
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