Real Deal vs B Magic URLtv (Ft. B Magic & Real Deal)

[Round 1: B Magic]
This white boy got me fucked up, I'm mad yes
Jab left right hook wigger tripping his ass dead
At his crib I did a number on his door, now that's an address
I'm talking with that hollow toast (Halitosis) like bad breath
This muthafucka a teacher well you a student now
I'm that one nigga you warned them kids at school about
Prove ya wild, hit his class neck shot good shooting
Left his red apple on the desk like a good student
Boy I bust (Bus) like LaidLaw, so feel this you better chill quick
Or Paul Wall gonna need his grill fixed
I'll leave Real Deal in a Holyfield when I kill shit
You gonna need permission to slip, you won't feel trip
You look like you do RnB I know the Deal
Lift his spirit you gonna need another Soul 4 Real
See I will leave Real dead that's Overkill
You gonna need a super surgeon to close the Deal
See you a fag that like bananas in your muffler
Knock him out, then I drug Deal like a hustler
I'm guessing that its my turn to Deal, I'ma shuffle ya
Nigga I ain't doing Real good like a struggla
I bet that shotty knock his mommy out her sports bra
Take shots you wouldn't throw them back at a Sports Bar
Fuck y'all, bitch I will pull your report card
It Mustang (must stang) when I Firebirds like a sports car
My niggas quick to blam listen to what a nigga sayin
Bullets take part of the Deal like a middle man
You my little man you gotta couple hot lines
I signed a contract to wreck a Deal (record deal) like I got signed
You looking like I'm not the shit nigga, change your face
I bet your students used to whoop yo ass and make you change the grades
Bang the K, boy I said these shots is not Tanqueray
Cut'em when I come after Deal, like a game of Spades
I see his face I got his closed with them double techs
I had to make sure it was Real, like I double checked
I double bet that I bust his chest if he fucking flex
I give him an extra round, that'd be sudden death
You are not a real deal, you acting
I will box Real still (Real Steel), Hugh Jackman
I do classic, that bitch you call your boo.. stabbed it
I was being Frank with her and she blew (Blue) Magic
No aim, white boy can't dump
Beat up your team by myself, white boys can't jump
Real recognize real, see I'll put a bullet in 'em
Real sweet, I guess he got too much sugar in 'em
Die hater, die now or die later
B Magic a couple grenades annihilate ya
I mean that bomb blow your van in the air, skyscraper
Tell this Buster what it is right now, like Violators
Columbine when I spark at this teacher necks (next)
You better have a Desert Eagle as a teachers pet
How to come back from death? Try to teach'em that
For that Young Money, I Khaled like We Da Best
So Trevor look, let's have a little discussion
This white boy, you got some flow
But you lyrically nothing think I won't kill'em
Yes I Will, like Hillary's cousin
If Trevor jump, he fall dead like Hillary husband