[Round 1: Glueazy]
First off, I knew this battle wouldn't go so well
When KG booked me and Reepah at the fuckin' roach motel
But Gotti you cool as fuck cuz
But Yak said you a bitch and I shouldn't deal witcha
But I still hit ya, I dent a cool pussy like twin sisters
The gun on him, I drop bucks on him, we big spenders
Gotti got bundles, well me too we wig flippers
Except I've gone psycho
Shawn Michaels: we chin-kickers
New ratchet, I don't give a fuck if you Crippin'
Beauty pageant: I'll do numbers on all you bitches
They say Gotti a killer, well, honestly that's none of my business
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you is, could give a fuck if he isn't
Duck or die, it's gon' be the same turnout like it's double-sided
Dominatrix: fuck the whips and the chains, I come for violence
Run my fade, cause soon as you grip on your pistola
Joey Jihad, you get knocked out and ya whip stolen
Lips swollen, boy I think you trash a wannabe
I murder shit, I'm courteous
A head shot, that's code word for you can pass in front of me
You li'l gangsta
Doin' all sorts of stupid shit wit' ya fingers
It's gotta be more to Crippin' than shootin' ya bangers
Chill, or get a blade straight to ya grill
Cut out ya tongue, now you can use sign language for real
Ya I blame on him, clock maker put hands on him
I got bangers, banana clips, half moon like my pants fallin'
You don't stand a chance
Candyman, you was buggin' me to death
I could've stayed on the east coast and battled me a vet
But fuck it, I took a pay cut to battle on the west
Cause you don't even have a battle where Smack stood in the middle yet
Smack don't even know who you are, you just a lil' threat
Baby bulldog off the chain, the shit a Giga pet
Fall back, 'fore your moms in all black like a silhouette
L.A. in '97, I make a BIG-ger mess
Try to flex, yeah I catch ya bitch she a goner
The Eagle sing and make that ho tell (Hotel) California
I'm on ya
Yeah I don't just rap I'm a performer
Mortal Kombat, after he get whooped, see a cracker poppin' from the corner
Yeah you lightweight, you don't even meet the fight weight
I'm from a town where an ounce of coke look like a rice cake
Trap jumpin', I'm talkin' brown bag specials like sack lunches
And we pack a hundred shots for Nutty Blocc: I'm Crab-huntin'
How you want it? I have you set up for nothin' and snuff him, you like that
Even my setups are punches
I run shit
Side note, I drive-by with my eyes closed
.50 Cal' lettin' it sing
Rodney King, you catch a case from the 5-0
Mind blown, yeah, see how I travel the globe to get my rhyme on?
Now I'm pullin' wins (winds) from everywhere like a cyclone
You ain't gon' realize you lost until ya ride home
When I pull a stick, figure this is where the line's drawn
I'm signin' on, yeah while you bitchin' we switchin' time zones
Swish swish, yeah the blade will have ya fallin' off ya limbs like a pine cone
Gluey this, Gluey that, well tell 'em Gluey back
And if you seein' this
That just mean the footage came out
And what you see? Murda Mook: another rapper gettin' smoked by puttin' his foot in his mouth
Carolina
First off, I knew this battle wouldn't go so well
When KG booked me and Reepah at the fuckin' roach motel
But Gotti you cool as fuck cuz
But Yak said you a bitch and I shouldn't deal witcha
But I still hit ya, I dent a cool pussy like twin sisters
The gun on him, I drop bucks on him, we big spenders
Gotti got bundles, well me too we wig flippers
Except I've gone psycho
Shawn Michaels: we chin-kickers
New ratchet, I don't give a fuck if you Crippin'
Beauty pageant: I'll do numbers on all you bitches
They say Gotti a killer, well, honestly that's none of my business
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you is, could give a fuck if he isn't
Duck or die, it's gon' be the same turnout like it's double-sided
Dominatrix: fuck the whips and the chains, I come for violence
Run my fade, cause soon as you grip on your pistola
Joey Jihad, you get knocked out and ya whip stolen
Lips swollen, boy I think you trash a wannabe
I murder shit, I'm courteous
A head shot, that's code word for you can pass in front of me
You li'l gangsta
Doin' all sorts of stupid shit wit' ya fingers
It's gotta be more to Crippin' than shootin' ya bangers
Chill, or get a blade straight to ya grill
Cut out ya tongue, now you can use sign language for real
Ya I blame on him, clock maker put hands on him
I got bangers, banana clips, half moon like my pants fallin'
You don't stand a chance
Candyman, you was buggin' me to death
I could've stayed on the east coast and battled me a vet
But fuck it, I took a pay cut to battle on the west
Cause you don't even have a battle where Smack stood in the middle yet
Smack don't even know who you are, you just a lil' threat
Baby bulldog off the chain, the shit a Giga pet
Fall back, 'fore your moms in all black like a silhouette
L.A. in '97, I make a BIG-ger mess
Try to flex, yeah I catch ya bitch she a goner
The Eagle sing and make that ho tell (Hotel) California
I'm on ya
Yeah I don't just rap I'm a performer
Mortal Kombat, after he get whooped, see a cracker poppin' from the corner
Yeah you lightweight, you don't even meet the fight weight
I'm from a town where an ounce of coke look like a rice cake
Trap jumpin', I'm talkin' brown bag specials like sack lunches
And we pack a hundred shots for Nutty Blocc: I'm Crab-huntin'
How you want it? I have you set up for nothin' and snuff him, you like that
Even my setups are punches
I run shit
Side note, I drive-by with my eyes closed
.50 Cal' lettin' it sing
Rodney King, you catch a case from the 5-0
Mind blown, yeah, see how I travel the globe to get my rhyme on?
Now I'm pullin' wins (winds) from everywhere like a cyclone
You ain't gon' realize you lost until ya ride home
When I pull a stick, figure this is where the line's drawn
I'm signin' on, yeah while you bitchin' we switchin' time zones
Swish swish, yeah the blade will have ya fallin' off ya limbs like a pine cone
Gluey this, Gluey that, well tell 'em Gluey back
And if you seein' this
That just mean the footage came out
And what you see? Murda Mook: another rapper gettin' smoked by puttin' his foot in his mouth
Carolina
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