[Round 1: B MAGIC]
Ill Will, the 106 & Park man
Slash the regular trash 106 & Park nigga
Magic’s should kill him with this .32, I'm a star sinner
So if it’s beef is a wrap like a tortilla
Midget with an attitude; I got a short temper
Either you get jaw bender or I paw print ya
You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler
Or get the metal round Will like a car fender
I’m from the hood, you call it the Slum Slum
But never been that broke to dump guns for hun buns
But for the cake the lil niggas where I come from
Will choke you up for them jewels you better run, son
It’s too late to pack them up once I plug Will. You doubt that?
Let’s see if this pussy nigga about that
Take dawg out for this shit; that’s a house pet
Send bad niggas in ya crib; that’s a houseguest
I'm out back if you feeling I'm some kind of chump
All of this aggression, I assume that you're not a punk
D.C. sniper shit, got lil’ niggas poppin’ trunks
Hit a switch and lift Will up with this hydraulic pump
If I give him 8 bet his chin will break taking out you and two of you niggas that’s a triple play
You choke against the Roc? Smack, who is this nigga? Triple H
Nigga pray, or you can get your whole cap Crystal Lake'd
Whoever helped write for Will help him write his will
You light for real, why? You the nigga that bore me
I turn around and let it fly on any nigga that saw me
Shawn Carter with this Glock; I’m still spittin’ at 40
And the car you fuck moms in is a mother ship?
Suck a dick, you got these people thinking you’re fuckin’ sick
I guess you on some other shit, 40 got a rubber grip
I peel those (pillow) cases over his face, I'ma smother shit
Real nigga, I got leaders that’ll follow you
You’ll wake up buried in a box like Gothika
Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers
I’m a star with this blue flag like Somalia
I will body ya, end another hater
Get to busting [?] pull off in the peanut butter scraper
I send him to his maker, Magic even hit the neighbors
Just to get my point across like the ending of a prayer
Hit him with the fifth, get it if you trip
Boot Will (wheel) like it’s unpaid tickets on the whip
I’m ridiculous with this shit
{chokes}
Magic let the 9 spit
Give Will the chrome and I ain’t tryna get my ride pimped
See some niggas don’t know it’s drama till the gun fire
I just call it how I see it; I’m the umpire
I’m in ya hood nigga hoping that I run by ya
In Pontiac with the 5th like I’m a drunk driver
Big dusty ass nigga
Tell him calm it down before I bomb that nigga
Another Conceited reject I got a palm
That nigga slow it down, you speed it up, we got a Con/Yak nigga
I say pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture
The tall can open up but that 5th a licker/liquor
I got my killer, I don’t play by the shells
Clips hang out by the MACs like Saved By The Bell
Ill Will, the 106 & Park man
Slash the regular trash 106 & Park nigga
Magic’s should kill him with this .32, I'm a star sinner
So if it’s beef is a wrap like a tortilla
Midget with an attitude; I got a short temper
Either you get jaw bender or I paw print ya
You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler
Or get the metal round Will like a car fender
I’m from the hood, you call it the Slum Slum
But never been that broke to dump guns for hun buns
But for the cake the lil niggas where I come from
Will choke you up for them jewels you better run, son
It’s too late to pack them up once I plug Will. You doubt that?
Let’s see if this pussy nigga about that
Take dawg out for this shit; that’s a house pet
Send bad niggas in ya crib; that’s a houseguest
I'm out back if you feeling I'm some kind of chump
All of this aggression, I assume that you're not a punk
D.C. sniper shit, got lil’ niggas poppin’ trunks
Hit a switch and lift Will up with this hydraulic pump
If I give him 8 bet his chin will break taking out you and two of you niggas that’s a triple play
You choke against the Roc? Smack, who is this nigga? Triple H
Nigga pray, or you can get your whole cap Crystal Lake'd
Whoever helped write for Will help him write his will
You light for real, why? You the nigga that bore me
I turn around and let it fly on any nigga that saw me
Shawn Carter with this Glock; I’m still spittin’ at 40
And the car you fuck moms in is a mother ship?
Suck a dick, you got these people thinking you’re fuckin’ sick
I guess you on some other shit, 40 got a rubber grip
I peel those (pillow) cases over his face, I'ma smother shit
Real nigga, I got leaders that’ll follow you
You’ll wake up buried in a box like Gothika
Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers
I’m a star with this blue flag like Somalia
I will body ya, end another hater
Get to busting [?] pull off in the peanut butter scraper
I send him to his maker, Magic even hit the neighbors
Just to get my point across like the ending of a prayer
Hit him with the fifth, get it if you trip
Boot Will (wheel) like it’s unpaid tickets on the whip
I’m ridiculous with this shit
{chokes}
Magic let the 9 spit
Give Will the chrome and I ain’t tryna get my ride pimped
See some niggas don’t know it’s drama till the gun fire
I just call it how I see it; I’m the umpire
I’m in ya hood nigga hoping that I run by ya
In Pontiac with the 5th like I’m a drunk driver
Big dusty ass nigga
Tell him calm it down before I bomb that nigga
Another Conceited reject I got a palm
That nigga slow it down, you speed it up, we got a Con/Yak nigga
I say pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture
The tall can open up but that 5th a licker/liquor
I got my killer, I don’t play by the shells
Clips hang out by the MACs like Saved By The Bell
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