[Round 1: Zig Zag]
Why would you wanna battle me, knowing yo' mom ain't got no edges?
And her pussy hair's nappy, too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and while she be toppin', he be knockin'
On the door, cockblockin'
Look, I ain't mad at you
I get why you wanna fight
What? 'Cause I'm givin' your moms the pipe?
I mean, I guess if I caught a nigga givin' my mama D (Momma Dee), I'd...be a Lil Scrappy, too!
I seen your bitch, thought of a plot
Said "Fuck it" and shot my shot
She shot me the addy, I...shot straight to your crib wit' all my shottas, akh
We kick in the door, I'll let off a shot, then all my shottas shot
The next shot I shot hit her and then F.A.M.E. next
All you can hear is, "I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Bitch, you weak in these streets!
If you can't see beef before it happen, yo' ass would be dead
I mean, even through this bird, I (еye) view his third eyе through the back of his head!
Dope, strap, and the bread
He had all of his eggs in one basket
He had to be trippin'
You'll think he sat on them bitches the way we in here yokin' (yolk) his ass up
My oldhead taught me how to get rid of a body...through religious education
He showed me the true meaning of why must limbs (Muslims) be separated
He went from bein' Muslim to atheist
At first, I ain't understand
See, I was dead lost
Said it'll be hard to find God after you cut off his arm, leg, leg, arm, and his head off
I get it now
He said, "The clothes gon' be drenched. You gotta switch 'em out
Or otherwise, it's gon' look like you washed in his blood, and they think you Christian now-"
'Scuse me, I'm from a different era
Don't worry about my age - just know I'm seasoned, nigga
Matter fact, I'll be the same age as my strap on my birthday
And you better pray I don't reach it, nigga
That just mean I'm 38
I'm a son of a gun, yeah, I'm at that special age
I'll let that weapon raise and put one in your lung
Your whole chest'll cave
But if you feelin' froggy, leap - yeah (year)
'Cause after the 29th time this cross yo' mind, you gon' know! Black! History!
Or at least feelin' extra dazed (days)!
Don't get up here and get outta body!
I should kill your league owner for sendin' this goof
Matter fact, as soon-
The moment you 'Lose Yourself', I'll killin' 'im and 'im, (Eminem) too
I told God you'd be dressed to impress when I send Him to you
So I bought him a sweet tux, 'cause it's only right you send him a (cinnamon) suit!
You think you 2Pac!?
You think you 2Pac!?
What, you runnin' wit' Outlaws?
You think you 2Pac!?
...You think you 2Pac!?
Well...I remember the bathroom with your hair, but you think you 2Pac!?
What, you up here runnin' with Outlaws?
Don't get your crew shot
I grab my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef
Yo, fuck it- like Snoop locs
Fuck, damn, yo-
I put my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef, so I drew heat
So if somebody Black holla, "They (holiday) shootin'", I'll pull a Glock-19: Happy Juneteenth!
Yo, I ain't gon' flex
Bills be having me feelin' like Rex when I'm sharin' the stage wit' these rookies
So y'all gon' end up sharin' a shot since you got your dawg facin' (dog face) a pussy!
Nigga, you'se a man-tramp!
And his bitch be on my dick, he can't stand that
The fact that after one-two, she blowin' my flute like, "This one time at band camp..."
If that's amusing, wait 'til I stuff his lil' ass in one of them speakers
He won't get found into it
You gon' have to watch VH1 to find out what happened to F.A.M.E. (fame) Behind the Music!
They call me "Zig Zag," nigga!
"Zig" 'cause Z's a G!
Said to make that extra point like a P.A.T.!
I'm a Thriller, nigga!
You better be B-A-D!
He sparred wit' the Man in the Mirror? Well, he ain't ME!
BaRazor shit!
GO!
Why would you wanna battle me, knowing yo' mom ain't got no edges?
And her pussy hair's nappy, too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and while she be toppin', he be knockin'
On the door, cockblockin'
Look, I ain't mad at you
I get why you wanna fight
What? 'Cause I'm givin' your moms the pipe?
I mean, I guess if I caught a nigga givin' my mama D (Momma Dee), I'd...be a Lil Scrappy, too!
I seen your bitch, thought of a plot
Said "Fuck it" and shot my shot
She shot me the addy, I...shot straight to your crib wit' all my shottas, akh
We kick in the door, I'll let off a shot, then all my shottas shot
The next shot I shot hit her and then F.A.M.E. next
All you can hear is, "I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Bitch, you weak in these streets!
If you can't see beef before it happen, yo' ass would be dead
I mean, even through this bird, I (еye) view his third eyе through the back of his head!
Dope, strap, and the bread
He had all of his eggs in one basket
He had to be trippin'
You'll think he sat on them bitches the way we in here yokin' (yolk) his ass up
My oldhead taught me how to get rid of a body...through religious education
He showed me the true meaning of why must limbs (Muslims) be separated
He went from bein' Muslim to atheist
At first, I ain't understand
See, I was dead lost
Said it'll be hard to find God after you cut off his arm, leg, leg, arm, and his head off
I get it now
He said, "The clothes gon' be drenched. You gotta switch 'em out
Or otherwise, it's gon' look like you washed in his blood, and they think you Christian now-"
'Scuse me, I'm from a different era
Don't worry about my age - just know I'm seasoned, nigga
Matter fact, I'll be the same age as my strap on my birthday
And you better pray I don't reach it, nigga
That just mean I'm 38
I'm a son of a gun, yeah, I'm at that special age
I'll let that weapon raise and put one in your lung
Your whole chest'll cave
But if you feelin' froggy, leap - yeah (year)
'Cause after the 29th time this cross yo' mind, you gon' know! Black! History!
Or at least feelin' extra dazed (days)!
Don't get up here and get outta body!
I should kill your league owner for sendin' this goof
Matter fact, as soon-
The moment you 'Lose Yourself', I'll killin' 'im and 'im, (Eminem) too
I told God you'd be dressed to impress when I send Him to you
So I bought him a sweet tux, 'cause it's only right you send him a (cinnamon) suit!
You think you 2Pac!?
You think you 2Pac!?
What, you runnin' wit' Outlaws?
You think you 2Pac!?
...You think you 2Pac!?
Well...I remember the bathroom with your hair, but you think you 2Pac!?
What, you up here runnin' with Outlaws?
Don't get your crew shot
I grab my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef
Yo, fuck it- like Snoop locs
Fuck, damn, yo-
I put my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef, so I drew heat
So if somebody Black holla, "They (holiday) shootin'", I'll pull a Glock-19: Happy Juneteenth!
Yo, I ain't gon' flex
Bills be having me feelin' like Rex when I'm sharin' the stage wit' these rookies
So y'all gon' end up sharin' a shot since you got your dawg facin' (dog face) a pussy!
Nigga, you'se a man-tramp!
And his bitch be on my dick, he can't stand that
The fact that after one-two, she blowin' my flute like, "This one time at band camp..."
If that's amusing, wait 'til I stuff his lil' ass in one of them speakers
He won't get found into it
You gon' have to watch VH1 to find out what happened to F.A.M.E. (fame) Behind the Music!
They call me "Zig Zag," nigga!
"Zig" 'cause Z's a G!
Said to make that extra point like a P.A.T.!
I'm a Thriller, nigga!
You better be B-A-D!
He sparred wit' the Man in the Mirror? Well, he ain't ME!
BaRazor shit!
GO!
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