[Round 1: Ave]
So, bitch, we finally here
No need to preach, how he been on a winnin' streak
'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the niggas here standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances
So fix your stance, bitch, 'cause you been gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in work?
But see this is why I doubt the shit tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim? Yeah you counterfeit bro
When shit get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, you'se a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't gon' justify it
You talk guns, but my niggas buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' just to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if Justice on our side
But you don't mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Boucher
Which makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face
Cause you might be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you ain't in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he would kill
I ain't suited up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for real
But see I'm trill, old school, I'm still with usin' these
I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you sleep
And that's cause I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find JuJu on that beat
Boy I'ma beast
Still down to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just play boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get illy it's over
Boy you'se a poser
If you a gun-blower, then prove me that
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched
So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Juli' at (Juliet)
Or a foul option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the Shepherd (Sheppard) like Kyle Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit he ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy
You should be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best verse
Oh it gets worse
See, niggas get murked for tryin' to be heathens
But don't be an example this evening
I know you want us to believe you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you dope man, the things that you do with the bars? Sheesh
I mean it's hot! They had to come and get me 'cause he on the street
See how all of y'all asleep?
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come And Get Me'
J (Jay) we on Volume 3!
See here's the difference, I've been official and my pen a missile
Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't gon' help G
I'm too certified for verbal lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the game
And have Chef handle that problem like a kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers
So for dead presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to rush ours (Rush Hours)
Cause we really in the field
And I rob cause I'm allergic to broke
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl)
But you ain't trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's nonsense
Most of these niggas we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds
But I ought to off him now
So Lord talk me down
I wanna hit this bitch but God, he (Gotti) cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just tied the bag that his head in
And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a dead end
That's Round 1, man
So, bitch, we finally here
No need to preach, how he been on a winnin' streak
'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the niggas here standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances
So fix your stance, bitch, 'cause you been gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in work?
But see this is why I doubt the shit tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim? Yeah you counterfeit bro
When shit get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, you'se a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't gon' justify it
You talk guns, but my niggas buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' just to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if Justice on our side
But you don't mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Boucher
Which makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face
Cause you might be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you ain't in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he would kill
I ain't suited up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for real
But see I'm trill, old school, I'm still with usin' these
I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you sleep
And that's cause I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find JuJu on that beat
Boy I'ma beast
Still down to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just play boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get illy it's over
Boy you'se a poser
If you a gun-blower, then prove me that
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched
So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Juli' at (Juliet)
Or a foul option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the Shepherd (Sheppard) like Kyle Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit he ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy
You should be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best verse
Oh it gets worse
See, niggas get murked for tryin' to be heathens
But don't be an example this evening
I know you want us to believe you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you dope man, the things that you do with the bars? Sheesh
I mean it's hot! They had to come and get me 'cause he on the street
See how all of y'all asleep?
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come And Get Me'
J (Jay) we on Volume 3!
See here's the difference, I've been official and my pen a missile
Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't gon' help G
I'm too certified for verbal lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the game
And have Chef handle that problem like a kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers
So for dead presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to rush ours (Rush Hours)
Cause we really in the field
And I rob cause I'm allergic to broke
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl)
But you ain't trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's nonsense
Most of these niggas we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds
But I ought to off him now
So Lord talk me down
I wanna hit this bitch but God, he (Gotti) cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just tied the bag that his head in
And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a dead end
That's Round 1, man
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