[Round 1: B Magic]
Round 1: Fight
I say, 'bout to get real faded
Drum in his ear, Mike Will Made It
Paul Wall, blew a slug in his mouth, I'm grill makin'
.45, 40 Cal's, steel plated
100 rounds, no relation but Real ate it (related)
His first cousin, face shot with the first dozen
Not the turban off his head, walk all in the church cussin'
Gon' need a Tylenol, your whole frame get hurt
Body ache, Real leave (relieve) before the pain get worse
Now I'ma still spray ya
More "Real" flips, that's the deal breaker
Beforе you throw a bomb on your chest, do me this little favor
Lеt me tell my kids I killed Osama for this little paper
And one Quick Time open the clip all on Real, Player
Mr. Name Flip King, punchline too
Think you punch until I show you what these punchlines do
It's gonna be Startin' Something if I lose my cool (Michael)
Your body's floatin' in the water if they run by you (Bayou)
Conversation with my Drac' before I'm Hawking you son
I'ma take my safety off you, discharge you and run
You gon' stay right by my side 'til the officers come
And I told my Hitman, "That's how you talk to yo' gun."
I keep a Smith & with a fifth
You keep trippin' with it Crip
Have Real lyin' on his back like he depended on the shit
It's, 'I Just Don't Give A Fuck' I'm Eminem, I'm on my shit
Yo there's a 'Monster' in my homie, Magic 'Venom' in this bitch
Should I turn up? Nah nigga, watch me go up and switch the flow
It's been cold man (Coleman), even playin' as a kid like Different Strokes
Don't make me flip yo' whole shit, that's on a different note
Real in trouble (treble) like baitin' gators on a fishin' boat
House Party, act Immature and you get checked in a second
Kid N Play, tryin' to showboat, ya chick get a message
The beat'll be the reason she blew my brains out
She performed in a living room nigga, sex is a weapon
You know God? Well you gon' need that and a reverend
Cap a (Kappa) nigga, take you out for (Alpha) for tryin' to step in my section
Me and six of the homies, MAC-11's to stretch him
So as soon as you hit the door, "Welcome to 7/11."
It's B Magic posted up with these .45s
Just know it's Magic when they tell you "the show has arrived."
Round 1: Fight
I say, 'bout to get real faded
Drum in his ear, Mike Will Made It
Paul Wall, blew a slug in his mouth, I'm grill makin'
.45, 40 Cal's, steel plated
100 rounds, no relation but Real ate it (related)
His first cousin, face shot with the first dozen
Not the turban off his head, walk all in the church cussin'
Gon' need a Tylenol, your whole frame get hurt
Body ache, Real leave (relieve) before the pain get worse
Now I'ma still spray ya
More "Real" flips, that's the deal breaker
Beforе you throw a bomb on your chest, do me this little favor
Lеt me tell my kids I killed Osama for this little paper
And one Quick Time open the clip all on Real, Player
Mr. Name Flip King, punchline too
Think you punch until I show you what these punchlines do
It's gonna be Startin' Something if I lose my cool (Michael)
Your body's floatin' in the water if they run by you (Bayou)
Conversation with my Drac' before I'm Hawking you son
I'ma take my safety off you, discharge you and run
You gon' stay right by my side 'til the officers come
And I told my Hitman, "That's how you talk to yo' gun."
I keep a Smith & with a fifth
You keep trippin' with it Crip
Have Real lyin' on his back like he depended on the shit
It's, 'I Just Don't Give A Fuck' I'm Eminem, I'm on my shit
Yo there's a 'Monster' in my homie, Magic 'Venom' in this bitch
Should I turn up? Nah nigga, watch me go up and switch the flow
It's been cold man (Coleman), even playin' as a kid like Different Strokes
Don't make me flip yo' whole shit, that's on a different note
Real in trouble (treble) like baitin' gators on a fishin' boat
House Party, act Immature and you get checked in a second
Kid N Play, tryin' to showboat, ya chick get a message
The beat'll be the reason she blew my brains out
She performed in a living room nigga, sex is a weapon
You know God? Well you gon' need that and a reverend
Cap a (Kappa) nigga, take you out for (Alpha) for tryin' to step in my section
Me and six of the homies, MAC-11's to stretch him
So as soon as you hit the door, "Welcome to 7/11."
It's B Magic posted up with these .45s
Just know it's Magic when they tell you "the show has arrived."
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