[Round 1: Big T]
Big Terrance!
Last time they gave you T-Top
Well this time you get the top T
That was an off T-Top
T could've offed T-Top freestylin' off the top T
We've seen him tank Top, but it's about to get as nasty as you takin' off your top tee
You think this the gate to getting your V-necks?
You better get you a Lacoste tee
They call T, "Hitman ain't battle him...what will it cost, T?"
"Beasley, before I rap, make me a correct offer, sir (officer)."
That's the Rick Ross fee
They talk about putting T in the grass
You better be workin' on a golf swing
Before they see T in a mask in Jersey
Clip sticks out like I'm practicin' for a lacrosse team
We all scheme...then I ride through New York
Bang bang bang bang!
'Bout to blow New Jersey up!
Nah, I'm direct...I'd rather go to Suge's project steps
Start a fire on they block
'Til the kickback get out of hand like Project X
The shit that I don't get? How you the nigga from Jersey reppin'?
But you the same nigga that disrespected a dead legend
Midwesters used to rock with you; Led Zeppelin
Now you get a taste of your own medicine; Excedrin
Left Surf and Ars' to represent and you never went
It was hella Crips in the whips, Mexicans
TEC's (texts) up in the blue bubble like iMessages
To make sure my man is (manners) good, we got nice etiquette
They would've respected it
But they almost went to jail for some shit these niggas sayin'
That's the shit from real niggas and bitches, it's these situations
Every time we see him its purple rags, "These niggas Graping'"
But you should have a Confederate flag
Since you like to leave niggas hangin'
I'm sayin'...just to show you that a nigga nice
I ain't seen Suge leave niggas hangin' like this since Vanilla Ice
That was light but I'ma add some creativeness in
Suge thanks for the win...damn you leavin' a nigga hangin' again!
What's happenin' with Kannon and Ms. Gracie?
Why'd it hurt your self-esteem?
They gave Hitman Holla $15,000, they gave you 15....hundred
And we wondered if somethin' intervened
Kannon paid him to be his bitch like Love Don't Cost a Thing
The theme, he be tough extra against Saga and Collector
But why you never pocket check Math or touch Sevah?
You still a Baby Loc...cause in the streets you ain't did nothing ever
Like what type of Shotgun Suge'll (sugar) raise? Blood pressure
None ever, you wasn't a nigga with the MAC
You wasn't a nigga when there was drama they sent to get the strap
They don't call you "Shotgun" cause the Mossberg was sittin' in your lap
They call you "Shotgun" cause you was too big to fit up in the back
That's a fact!
Another fact: niggas ran in my crib, took a gun, cocked it back
Took everything you got from rap
But I'm still here today and I thank God for that
So Suge...you think I care about gettin' my pockets tapped?
Go ahead tap my pockets...all it's a go
Yo it's a show, cause when they rob you for real you all on the flo'
So a nigga tap my pockets and I walk through the do'
Tap my pockets then, he won't tap a nigga's pockets no mo'
Fa sho'
Soon as he reach his hand out to check
"Get yo' hand out my pocket" Brraow! Malcolm X!
It's about respect!
Big Terrance!
Last time they gave you T-Top
Well this time you get the top T
That was an off T-Top
T could've offed T-Top freestylin' off the top T
We've seen him tank Top, but it's about to get as nasty as you takin' off your top tee
You think this the gate to getting your V-necks?
You better get you a Lacoste tee
They call T, "Hitman ain't battle him...what will it cost, T?"
"Beasley, before I rap, make me a correct offer, sir (officer)."
That's the Rick Ross fee
They talk about putting T in the grass
You better be workin' on a golf swing
Before they see T in a mask in Jersey
Clip sticks out like I'm practicin' for a lacrosse team
We all scheme...then I ride through New York
Bang bang bang bang!
'Bout to blow New Jersey up!
Nah, I'm direct...I'd rather go to Suge's project steps
Start a fire on they block
'Til the kickback get out of hand like Project X
The shit that I don't get? How you the nigga from Jersey reppin'?
But you the same nigga that disrespected a dead legend
Midwesters used to rock with you; Led Zeppelin
Now you get a taste of your own medicine; Excedrin
Left Surf and Ars' to represent and you never went
It was hella Crips in the whips, Mexicans
TEC's (texts) up in the blue bubble like iMessages
To make sure my man is (manners) good, we got nice etiquette
They would've respected it
But they almost went to jail for some shit these niggas sayin'
That's the shit from real niggas and bitches, it's these situations
Every time we see him its purple rags, "These niggas Graping'"
But you should have a Confederate flag
Since you like to leave niggas hangin'
I'm sayin'...just to show you that a nigga nice
I ain't seen Suge leave niggas hangin' like this since Vanilla Ice
That was light but I'ma add some creativeness in
Suge thanks for the win...damn you leavin' a nigga hangin' again!
What's happenin' with Kannon and Ms. Gracie?
Why'd it hurt your self-esteem?
They gave Hitman Holla $15,000, they gave you 15....hundred
And we wondered if somethin' intervened
Kannon paid him to be his bitch like Love Don't Cost a Thing
The theme, he be tough extra against Saga and Collector
But why you never pocket check Math or touch Sevah?
You still a Baby Loc...cause in the streets you ain't did nothing ever
Like what type of Shotgun Suge'll (sugar) raise? Blood pressure
None ever, you wasn't a nigga with the MAC
You wasn't a nigga when there was drama they sent to get the strap
They don't call you "Shotgun" cause the Mossberg was sittin' in your lap
They call you "Shotgun" cause you was too big to fit up in the back
That's a fact!
Another fact: niggas ran in my crib, took a gun, cocked it back
Took everything you got from rap
But I'm still here today and I thank God for that
So Suge...you think I care about gettin' my pockets tapped?
Go ahead tap my pockets...all it's a go
Yo it's a show, cause when they rob you for real you all on the flo'
So a nigga tap my pockets and I walk through the do'
Tap my pockets then, he won't tap a nigga's pockets no mo'
Fa sho'
Soon as he reach his hand out to check
"Get yo' hand out my pocket" Brraow! Malcolm X!
It's about respect!
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