[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I SHOOK HIS PRIDE!
Like, "Twork comin'. Nigga look alive."
He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive
We finally got this locked bitches
Took a hot minute
Hot pistols
You keep showin' up to battles wearin' all these fuckin' costumes, nigga you got issues
Y'all won't be seein' no more Michael Jackson jackets
So y'all just 'Remember The Time' you had 'Roc(k) With You'
Glock pistol, cock and spray
But first I wanna give Roc his praise
First nigga with this high level energy
First nigga with gun lines back to back, there's a lot of things we got from Tay
Glock'll spray
I'ma put the Pioneer in the trunk, y'all gon' hear from a block away
Stop it Tay, you just a bitch with guns
Disrespectin' the hustle, and you disrespected Hustle
Can't go back to New York for that shit that you done
The apes gon' chase you right up out the Cave like Temple Run
This who you deal with Smack?
A nigga beefin' wit' a bitch from Gorilla Stone
Ain't do shit to the niggas that took his chain, how real is that?
You so worried about the Gorillas, you need to go get yo' silver back (Silverback)
Steel will clap!
You dyin' on the set, niggas took your jewels off in ya home town
What was all this "slidin' with the TEC"?
Couldn't be me, cause nigga I'ma die for my respect
Let's take it back, Double Impact
NWX, it was one, "suck my dick" and shit got violent for the vet
So that's the second time niggas had to take Shine from 'round ya neck
I get to wildin' with this TEC
Burn him and blaze him
Surf like, "On Neighborhood Crip. You touch him and I'm knockin' you out."
Nigga this .30 will bang him
And at his funeral, ain't nothin' but sermons and prayers
He can't call Surf to come save him
This a pastor preachin' and this time you can't turn to ya neighbor
This .30 gon' bang him
Surf get to talkin' this Rolling 60 shit, I'ma buck my pound
Give a 60 nine (69), I'ma hold this sucka upside down
Live rounds goin' over his head
I live 28 minutes from Edgewood, you know what it is
Don't push me, I'm this close to the edge
You was bold on the web, do all that talkin' in my face
I'ma slide down errrrr, to that apartment with an .8
I see ya bitch, fo-fo I'm spark it in her face
I told her to beware of the dog, and then I put Caution on the gate
I'ma slide off, spin back, now there's Caution on the tape
I'm so terrific
I went in the kitchen, seen Chef, now it's broken dishes
Living room, bucks left on the couch, can't even go and spend it
Outside, Henny packed up, like the prohibition
Pole I'm liftin'
Roc(k) landed in the neighbor yard, who gon' go and get it?
I lift the pole on bitches
Cannon clip you
And lately I've been dealin' with bad bitches that I can't commit to
So I can't just go out with a .9, I got standard issues
Speakin' of standards
Aye Lady Caution, let's stop this cappin'
I heard you went from John John, Tsu Surf to- oh you got a top ten rappers?
Heard she went from Gates Of The Garden to URL, wonder how she got them battles
Don't you know back in the day whores got stoned to death?
Ain't no wonder why Roc(k) went at you
You'se a little body bitch
Popsicle body bitch
Sick, need to be in the hospital body bitch
McGriddle body bitch
You'se a brittle body bitch
The instrument they use to play the fiddle body bitch
I'ma keep it goin'
You'se a Henny bottle bitch
Not even a full size, you'se a mini bottle bitch
You got Minnie's body bitch
You ain't anybody bitch
Before yo' ass got with Roc you was anybody bitch
That sound familiar
What happened to ya baby moms?
Y'all remember ya baby moms? She was bad as shit
That unfulfillin'
Now she's fuckin' with an NFL nigga, I know it fuckin' kills him
Hoe football playin' 'round yo' fuckin' children like Russel Wilson
I know it's tough to deal with
Nigga ran off with ya hoe (whole) kid like Rumpelstiltskin
I up the pistol
Raise it on him, blaze it on him
If I knock Dracula costume off he stays in coffin, even the red eyes take off, like a late departure
No more keeping in contact, it's a restraining order
I'm finna bang it on him
I just ignore ya crew
So many niggas done left the Cave, I can't even go to war witchu
Ever since Brizz Rawsteen left, you need more recruits
Aye Brizz, if it wasn't for Roc, you wouldn't even be here, he literally opened up doors for you
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap you in a coma
Madness
I could snap at any moment
According to the culture, y'all had it surely known
But I was there, right by the stage, y'all got the story wrong
Top threw a bottle, Brizz threw a bottle
No Tax threw a bottle, they goin' on and on
Brizz ran straight to the back, he got his Maury on
Roc standin' there actin' like he don't know what's goin' on
Top drop, Chess (chest) popped out like Omarion
Sorry y'all!
Rest in peace, Zaid, but Brizz homie the only one that was doin' Twork moves
I would've went to jail, ended up in an orange shirt too
Hurt who?
Jersey
I SHOOK HIS PRIDE!
Like, "Twork comin'. Nigga look alive."
He died with his eyes wide open, the nigga look alive
We finally got this locked bitches
Took a hot minute
Hot pistols
You keep showin' up to battles wearin' all these fuckin' costumes, nigga you got issues
Y'all won't be seein' no more Michael Jackson jackets
So y'all just 'Remember The Time' you had 'Roc(k) With You'
Glock pistol, cock and spray
But first I wanna give Roc his praise
First nigga with this high level energy
First nigga with gun lines back to back, there's a lot of things we got from Tay
Glock'll spray
I'ma put the Pioneer in the trunk, y'all gon' hear from a block away
Stop it Tay, you just a bitch with guns
Disrespectin' the hustle, and you disrespected Hustle
Can't go back to New York for that shit that you done
The apes gon' chase you right up out the Cave like Temple Run
This who you deal with Smack?
A nigga beefin' wit' a bitch from Gorilla Stone
Ain't do shit to the niggas that took his chain, how real is that?
You so worried about the Gorillas, you need to go get yo' silver back (Silverback)
Steel will clap!
You dyin' on the set, niggas took your jewels off in ya home town
What was all this "slidin' with the TEC"?
Couldn't be me, cause nigga I'ma die for my respect
Let's take it back, Double Impact
NWX, it was one, "suck my dick" and shit got violent for the vet
So that's the second time niggas had to take Shine from 'round ya neck
I get to wildin' with this TEC
Burn him and blaze him
Surf like, "On Neighborhood Crip. You touch him and I'm knockin' you out."
Nigga this .30 will bang him
And at his funeral, ain't nothin' but sermons and prayers
He can't call Surf to come save him
This a pastor preachin' and this time you can't turn to ya neighbor
This .30 gon' bang him
Surf get to talkin' this Rolling 60 shit, I'ma buck my pound
Give a 60 nine (69), I'ma hold this sucka upside down
Live rounds goin' over his head
I live 28 minutes from Edgewood, you know what it is
Don't push me, I'm this close to the edge
You was bold on the web, do all that talkin' in my face
I'ma slide down errrrr, to that apartment with an .8
I see ya bitch, fo-fo I'm spark it in her face
I told her to beware of the dog, and then I put Caution on the gate
I'ma slide off, spin back, now there's Caution on the tape
I'm so terrific
I went in the kitchen, seen Chef, now it's broken dishes
Living room, bucks left on the couch, can't even go and spend it
Outside, Henny packed up, like the prohibition
Pole I'm liftin'
Roc(k) landed in the neighbor yard, who gon' go and get it?
I lift the pole on bitches
Cannon clip you
And lately I've been dealin' with bad bitches that I can't commit to
So I can't just go out with a .9, I got standard issues
Speakin' of standards
Aye Lady Caution, let's stop this cappin'
I heard you went from John John, Tsu Surf to- oh you got a top ten rappers?
Heard she went from Gates Of The Garden to URL, wonder how she got them battles
Don't you know back in the day whores got stoned to death?
Ain't no wonder why Roc(k) went at you
You'se a little body bitch
Popsicle body bitch
Sick, need to be in the hospital body bitch
McGriddle body bitch
You'se a brittle body bitch
The instrument they use to play the fiddle body bitch
I'ma keep it goin'
You'se a Henny bottle bitch
Not even a full size, you'se a mini bottle bitch
You got Minnie's body bitch
You ain't anybody bitch
Before yo' ass got with Roc you was anybody bitch
That sound familiar
What happened to ya baby moms?
Y'all remember ya baby moms? She was bad as shit
That unfulfillin'
Now she's fuckin' with an NFL nigga, I know it fuckin' kills him
Hoe football playin' 'round yo' fuckin' children like Russel Wilson
I know it's tough to deal with
Nigga ran off with ya hoe (whole) kid like Rumpelstiltskin
I up the pistol
Raise it on him, blaze it on him
If I knock Dracula costume off he stays in coffin, even the red eyes take off, like a late departure
No more keeping in contact, it's a restraining order
I'm finna bang it on him
I just ignore ya crew
So many niggas done left the Cave, I can't even go to war witchu
Ever since Brizz Rawsteen left, you need more recruits
Aye Brizz, if it wasn't for Roc, you wouldn't even be here, he literally opened up doors for you
I'm Strapped In!
I'll clap you in a coma
Madness
I could snap at any moment
According to the culture, y'all had it surely known
But I was there, right by the stage, y'all got the story wrong
Top threw a bottle, Brizz threw a bottle
No Tax threw a bottle, they goin' on and on
Brizz ran straight to the back, he got his Maury on
Roc standin' there actin' like he don't know what's goin' on
Top drop, Chess (chest) popped out like Omarion
Sorry y'all!
Rest in peace, Zaid, but Brizz homie the only one that was doin' Twork moves
I would've went to jail, ended up in an orange shirt too
Hurt who?
Jersey
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