[Round 1: Chef Trez]
This battle gon' be fire ain't it?
I mean, y'all say he gon' wash me
I'm thinkin', "Not me"
I'll grip up and show you what that blast 'bout
Nah, I could just take the rap route
Out the gate wit' it, behind these bars I make 'em pass out
It's 'Survival Of The Fittest', so I cause Hell On Earth
It ain't no stoppin' me, the 'Shook Ones', 'Get Dealt Wit'
I 'Keep It Thoro', you see the God in me
But y'all real gangstas? Where y'all get the 'Quiet Storm'? That's the silent heat
I'll leave you and half ya Mob(b) Deep in the Earth
Smack, rest in peace to your Prodigy
99% gun lines, right?
Nigga you barely blazin'
Don't try to run, got ya back like retaliation
Let me show you how I'm really plottin'
It's all dome shots when the milly poppin'
The gun old but got a young soul; Andy Milonakis
I said, you gotta do more Rum, and stop dumb, all that actin' is funny
But I got everything in store like I'm packin' the buggy
But let me guess, your gun talk to niggas and when you snap it get ugly
Well my choppers so foreign when it spit, the first thing it say is "back in my country"
Red beam, spot my target, they help me see clearly bro
You wit' ya Crips? I got my Glock, I'll give off 6-1-9 my Glock Mysterio
You packin' and mailed off hats? The only way you'll box a Brim
I'm not with [?] and knock ya chin and twist ya cap on stage, you'll battle Roc again
Yo, I'ma come correct witchu?
Whatchu want? TEC? Missiles?
I give your set issues
It's like they all in relationships when I spray this bitch
It won't be a single person left witchu
I will beat yo' ass, and I put that on the house like my salary large
Drop him and kick him like AA
But to double that, I might catch a battery charge
You know what's sad? You don't get respect when you livin' and write rhymes
They say you really gotta die to get the best promotion for your nice lines
And don't you want that promotion? Alright, fine
I'll kill him and turn Nitty into a name that lasts a lifetime
"A turn Nitty"/"Eternity", ah fuck it, it's ya turn Nitty, bullets burn Nitty
Two guns I don't know who to pop, so I'll test both per turn Nitty (paternity)
I got Devil intentions, nothin' but demons inside this weapon I'm grippin'
This .38 Special Olympics
Cause you can still receive the metal for Crippin'
When I flip out, you know you gettin' drawn like the old razor
Chrome blazer
What y'all want? Two .4's or one tre next to this West nigga? This the old Pacers
I'll come to ya block and open shop, make you hold a shot
It's gon' be a surprise when the Tommy poppin' in ya face like when Ghost was locked
I can't say much about you leavin' the squad I left
Plus they on the past
But I will say you a bitch for how you did it
Cause you left the Bloque (block) after strugglin' on the Ave
You awful nigga
I'll take my gun and off him wit' it
I brought it from Georgia but it get raised in New York cause the cost of livin'
We all gutta, I make you feel my presence
I make you all stutter, big giant, small fucker that bulldog touch ya
Don't try to floss sucka
Cause the pops will make it hard for you tryin' to ball brother
This how I'ma target the lame
Stomach shots, shoulder shot, look like he walkin' in pain
Face shot, rib shot, look like he pausin' to think
Leg shot, now you and Chess walkin' the same
You gettin' pistol whipped to a new millennium if this bastard try me
Face bloody, can't even tell who he is, you gotta ask somebody
After I gun, butt a (butter) head, the face won't match the body
I'm in my bag, this type of shit gon' cause fam' trauma
Get him wrapped up, I got (k)Nit' in the sheet like grandmamas
That's round one
This battle gon' be fire ain't it?
I mean, y'all say he gon' wash me
I'm thinkin', "Not me"
I'll grip up and show you what that blast 'bout
Nah, I could just take the rap route
Out the gate wit' it, behind these bars I make 'em pass out
It's 'Survival Of The Fittest', so I cause Hell On Earth
It ain't no stoppin' me, the 'Shook Ones', 'Get Dealt Wit'
I 'Keep It Thoro', you see the God in me
But y'all real gangstas? Where y'all get the 'Quiet Storm'? That's the silent heat
I'll leave you and half ya Mob(b) Deep in the Earth
Smack, rest in peace to your Prodigy
99% gun lines, right?
Nigga you barely blazin'
Don't try to run, got ya back like retaliation
Let me show you how I'm really plottin'
It's all dome shots when the milly poppin'
The gun old but got a young soul; Andy Milonakis
I said, you gotta do more Rum, and stop dumb, all that actin' is funny
But I got everything in store like I'm packin' the buggy
But let me guess, your gun talk to niggas and when you snap it get ugly
Well my choppers so foreign when it spit, the first thing it say is "back in my country"
Red beam, spot my target, they help me see clearly bro
You wit' ya Crips? I got my Glock, I'll give off 6-1-9 my Glock Mysterio
You packin' and mailed off hats? The only way you'll box a Brim
I'm not with [?] and knock ya chin and twist ya cap on stage, you'll battle Roc again
Yo, I'ma come correct witchu?
Whatchu want? TEC? Missiles?
I give your set issues
It's like they all in relationships when I spray this bitch
It won't be a single person left witchu
I will beat yo' ass, and I put that on the house like my salary large
Drop him and kick him like AA
But to double that, I might catch a battery charge
You know what's sad? You don't get respect when you livin' and write rhymes
They say you really gotta die to get the best promotion for your nice lines
And don't you want that promotion? Alright, fine
I'll kill him and turn Nitty into a name that lasts a lifetime
"A turn Nitty"/"Eternity", ah fuck it, it's ya turn Nitty, bullets burn Nitty
Two guns I don't know who to pop, so I'll test both per turn Nitty (paternity)
I got Devil intentions, nothin' but demons inside this weapon I'm grippin'
This .38 Special Olympics
Cause you can still receive the metal for Crippin'
When I flip out, you know you gettin' drawn like the old razor
Chrome blazer
What y'all want? Two .4's or one tre next to this West nigga? This the old Pacers
I'll come to ya block and open shop, make you hold a shot
It's gon' be a surprise when the Tommy poppin' in ya face like when Ghost was locked
I can't say much about you leavin' the squad I left
Plus they on the past
But I will say you a bitch for how you did it
Cause you left the Bloque (block) after strugglin' on the Ave
You awful nigga
I'll take my gun and off him wit' it
I brought it from Georgia but it get raised in New York cause the cost of livin'
We all gutta, I make you feel my presence
I make you all stutter, big giant, small fucker that bulldog touch ya
Don't try to floss sucka
Cause the pops will make it hard for you tryin' to ball brother
This how I'ma target the lame
Stomach shots, shoulder shot, look like he walkin' in pain
Face shot, rib shot, look like he pausin' to think
Leg shot, now you and Chess walkin' the same
You gettin' pistol whipped to a new millennium if this bastard try me
Face bloody, can't even tell who he is, you gotta ask somebody
After I gun, butt a (butter) head, the face won't match the body
I'm in my bag, this type of shit gon' cause fam' trauma
Get him wrapped up, I got (k)Nit' in the sheet like grandmamas
That's round one
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