{Smack goes to flip the coin toss. Arsonal and Cassidy get in an argument about who gets to pick "tails" as their choice}
[Round 1: Arsonal]
I said
Once again I'm here-
[Crowd]
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
{Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan while other fans boo loudly}
[Arsonal]
I said shit real, I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass', do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel?
Revolver with the spin wheel
The kick real
Fuck a car crash dickhead, I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades, I'm really tryin' to hear the pain that ya pen spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows, 'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now you know how talkin' on a Sprint feel
.40 bang on him, I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a backyard and you strugglin' wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first base if I curve her, unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a .40 below, a .45, you add the wind chill
Now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother bringin' money e'ry day nigga, you ain't even have to pay for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit that you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day R.L. Stein, these stories will give you Goosebumps
I do this for the niggas who lost they lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so hurt, even though the sun ain't out you refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone, wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know pain, I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store, pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear (hair) you, he need his Rogaine
Razor blade, dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a side and then defend ya block
Where poverty was real, we got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga, back when Nintendo drop
Bare knuckle brawls, my daddy was beatin' niggas up on Kimbo block
[Round 1: Arsonal]
I said
Once again I'm here-
[Crowd]
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
{Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan while other fans boo loudly}
[Arsonal]
I said shit real, I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass', do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel?
Revolver with the spin wheel
The kick real
Fuck a car crash dickhead, I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades, I'm really tryin' to hear the pain that ya pen spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows, 'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now you know how talkin' on a Sprint feel
.40 bang on him, I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a backyard and you strugglin' wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first base if I curve her, unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a .40 below, a .45, you add the wind chill
Now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother bringin' money e'ry day nigga, you ain't even have to pay for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit that you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day R.L. Stein, these stories will give you Goosebumps
I do this for the niggas who lost they lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so hurt, even though the sun ain't out you refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone, wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know pain, I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store, pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear (hair) you, he need his Rogaine
Razor blade, dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a side and then defend ya block
Where poverty was real, we got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga, back when Nintendo drop
Bare knuckle brawls, my daddy was beatin' niggas up on Kimbo block
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