[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Now, I told niggas I would fry Day before the week is out
Never knew that little bar was really meanin' a lot
How ironic, I gotta kill a nigga from out of Queen of the Ring
To become that nigga at King of the Dot
I see you became best friends with Chilla
Well, you better dial Jones
Because you're about to get three from the stock
I thought it was California love
But I feel it's all eyes on me, so which one of you niggas wanna have a meetin' with Pac? Mmkay, mmkay…
I'm a vampire, I don't like daylight, I'd rather shoot dawg
Shotgun blowin' in a Crip nigga mouth, but it ain't Snoop Dogg
I run with some outlaws that'll roof dawg
They crazy, let they ratchet buck
An LBC crew that'll stomp him, now that's corrupt
Should I use a 9, automatic or maybe the blade?
Whatever I use'll push this bitch wig back: that's the Lady of Rage
I'll run up on him while he on stage, call your DJ bitch
Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ quick
‘Cause MC Hammer right to your left eye, I give him four rounds
I ain't even bring my own gun to Cali, I got my dog pound
Give him all rounds, the shot'll lift his skin
He'll be white by the time the doctor find him
Shout out to Eminem, mmkay mmkay…
You did a mmkay/Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla
Now you got a bear in your sight
You gonna see death in a row, ‘cause the whole time I did "MK", it stood for Marion Knight—that's Suge
I'm in your hood, I start airin' the pipe
I hit these Crip niggas, make everyone in blue jet without preparin' a flight, nigga, I'm nice
I flew all the way to Cali just to make sure you pass away
A bulimic model at breakfast time: you eatin' half the tre
I'll catch him while he pickin' his son up from school
You know what I'll do? I'll blast away
Split him in half, his son stayed in school but still saw a half a day
Listen, I ain't your average battler, Davone, I'm a different terror
Got a fifty 9 and a 50, I'll blow your fitted into a different era
Got a long ratchet: that's Shooney, I get that bitch to air ya
If she miss you'll still get a funeral
From the small ratchet: that's her sister Farrah
Off the top, I'm too nice, like if you ain't got those stitches
Imagine this bitch tryin' weavin' a jab
Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon' hit him
He's gonna have to leave in a cab
I'll throw a bullet like the nigga from the movie Wanted
So when I'm squeezin' the mag
The shit'll go through you, go through you, make Ab-Soul duck
Hit you and make your soul leave through your abs
Now, I told niggas I would fry Day before the week is out
Never knew that little bar was really meanin' a lot
How ironic, I gotta kill a nigga from out of Queen of the Ring
To become that nigga at King of the Dot
I see you became best friends with Chilla
Well, you better dial Jones
Because you're about to get three from the stock
I thought it was California love
But I feel it's all eyes on me, so which one of you niggas wanna have a meetin' with Pac? Mmkay, mmkay…
I'm a vampire, I don't like daylight, I'd rather shoot dawg
Shotgun blowin' in a Crip nigga mouth, but it ain't Snoop Dogg
I run with some outlaws that'll roof dawg
They crazy, let they ratchet buck
An LBC crew that'll stomp him, now that's corrupt
Should I use a 9, automatic or maybe the blade?
Whatever I use'll push this bitch wig back: that's the Lady of Rage
I'll run up on him while he on stage, call your DJ bitch
Turn tables over, he try to run, I hope your DJ quick
‘Cause MC Hammer right to your left eye, I give him four rounds
I ain't even bring my own gun to Cali, I got my dog pound
Give him all rounds, the shot'll lift his skin
He'll be white by the time the doctor find him
Shout out to Eminem, mmkay mmkay…
You did a mmkay/Mortal Kombat scheme against Chilla
Now you got a bear in your sight
You gonna see death in a row, ‘cause the whole time I did "MK", it stood for Marion Knight—that's Suge
I'm in your hood, I start airin' the pipe
I hit these Crip niggas, make everyone in blue jet without preparin' a flight, nigga, I'm nice
I flew all the way to Cali just to make sure you pass away
A bulimic model at breakfast time: you eatin' half the tre
I'll catch him while he pickin' his son up from school
You know what I'll do? I'll blast away
Split him in half, his son stayed in school but still saw a half a day
Listen, I ain't your average battler, Davone, I'm a different terror
Got a fifty 9 and a 50, I'll blow your fitted into a different era
Got a long ratchet: that's Shooney, I get that bitch to air ya
If she miss you'll still get a funeral
From the small ratchet: that's her sister Farrah
Off the top, I'm too nice, like if you ain't got those stitches
Imagine this bitch tryin' weavin' a jab
Shout out to TDE, because today every shot gon' hit him
He's gonna have to leave in a cab
I'll throw a bullet like the nigga from the movie Wanted
So when I'm squeezin' the mag
The shit'll go through you, go through you, make Ab-Soul duck
Hit you and make your soul leave through your abs
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