[Round 1: Arsonal]
Once again I'm here, I'm in another nigga's state
On another nigga's stage, up in another nigga's face
This Paid In Full, I'm Rico, I Money Mitch you in your face
Rex already took the head shot, I guess that ugly nigga Ace What you think you bulletproof? Like you ain't gotta carry no armor?
You brought yo knife to a gun fight? Like you ain't gotta carry yo llama?
Well let me tell you something lil nigga
Only reason yo daddy married your momma is cause that pussy was in Heat
Why you think you came out looking like Mario Chalmers?
You could be that nigga twin, except he wealthy and you needy
You get pussy off mistaken identity, bitches thought they saw you on they TV
They thought you was paid and you was balling, so they friendly
Tried to invade your green
And since you look like Chalmers they wanna marry you (Mario) Luigi
You got any love in (and) hip-hop?
If so what's the 4 elements?
MC'ing, break-dancing, DJ'ing, Graffiti
Your clock ticking like that Rolex that nigga Niko bought Mimi
He a Average Joe, but see he lying
And it's easy to be an Average J O C E L Y N without a Stevie J-O-C-E-L-Y-N that's Jocelyn, without Stevie
That bitch average Like Shine and them, Lazy Boy press that button I'm reclining him
Y'all forgot why I'm number one?
I'm reminding 'em
They say they want that Hollyhood Ars
I'm rewinding 'em All bars, no jokes in my rhymes, I'm revising 'em
Smack this nigga with the Mack 10, I'm T-Boz'ing them
Then cock and get straight to the point, I'm D. Collison
No deal nor single out, my reputation beyond fame
I spit vivid shit, you could picture it, Picasso in my mind frame
All I know is if the time came and Shine frame
I'ma let it ring, back to back, my 9 name Lebron James
He talk like Goliath but his heart living in Con' frame
I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, that's how this line came
I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, god damn
Either way that mean he was seated/ceited like the 2nd part of Con name
Them canines barking, I spray 9's often
But if I feel a certain way then I'ma spray my larking
Commit a hate crime on a base line for K-Shine talking
Nigga you died soon as you came in contact with a Big T
You Trayvon Martin
He in a penalty and with that stick I'ma take the goalie shot
How many of y'all think K-Shine real Blood?
No he not
Well I'm Grape Street Crip today I'm rolling with a 30 shot
That's waiting to get fired like Ace Hood jeweler
After the bezel on his Roley dropped
That 9 millimeter retarded, meaning my Ruger spit
My hammer bang on any MC, nigga my tool/too legit
Shine, you always getting defeated/de-feeted, you on some Kunta shit
I'll let my pistol smoke wherever like it's a hookah stick
Now it's a fact he had a troubled child hood, yeah true that Cause you a crack baby, but we already knew that
Felicia from Friday mixed with some Pookie off New Jack
For being a dream chaser and chasing your dreams
I'ma send you where Lil Snupe at
Rest In Peace Lil Snupe, in your legacy I salute that
But these slugs gon rain there (reindeer)
Meaning they land where his roof at
Reindeer, land, where his roof at
Aye Meek you still got 10 on that nigga?
Cause I'll send him a nigga to battle right now if you still trying to do that
Watch my hands? What you gon do?
Nigga you don't punch, you bite!
You Folger light and you bite, you ain't fighting you bite
You bite! Rex get pistol- no... You bite, Mook get pistol whipped
And Rex be getting knocked the fuck out
But you comfortable with your boys with you, now this freestyle
My fist look like they fight bricks, you gon need Adrien and Floyd with you
Now I see why niggas feel like they could toy with you
Cause everybody in Dot Mob been getting smacked since lil niggas
Y'all name should've been Troy Mitchell
Bars after bars after bars that's all you heard from me
I put bar after bar like I architected Bourbon Street
I don't know if Heaven got a ghetto, but it damn sure got a nursery
Creep up in the hospital while your girl in labor purposely
Purple rag over my face so they won't notice me
Itching to kill, Cripping for real, that's a C section surgery
It'll be your newborn versus me
I snatch him out her ovaries
Kill him the day I graduate college, so that's murder in the 1st degree
I'm a bachelor with a bachelor, an abortion type surgery
Fuck ya life I'll cut ya wife until the butter knife burgundy
My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic
(You can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it)
Once again I'm here, I'm in another nigga's state
On another nigga's stage, up in another nigga's face
This Paid In Full, I'm Rico, I Money Mitch you in your face
Rex already took the head shot, I guess that ugly nigga Ace What you think you bulletproof? Like you ain't gotta carry no armor?
You brought yo knife to a gun fight? Like you ain't gotta carry yo llama?
Well let me tell you something lil nigga
Only reason yo daddy married your momma is cause that pussy was in Heat
Why you think you came out looking like Mario Chalmers?
You could be that nigga twin, except he wealthy and you needy
You get pussy off mistaken identity, bitches thought they saw you on they TV
They thought you was paid and you was balling, so they friendly
Tried to invade your green
And since you look like Chalmers they wanna marry you (Mario) Luigi
You got any love in (and) hip-hop?
If so what's the 4 elements?
MC'ing, break-dancing, DJ'ing, Graffiti
Your clock ticking like that Rolex that nigga Niko bought Mimi
He a Average Joe, but see he lying
And it's easy to be an Average J O C E L Y N without a Stevie J-O-C-E-L-Y-N that's Jocelyn, without Stevie
That bitch average Like Shine and them, Lazy Boy press that button I'm reclining him
Y'all forgot why I'm number one?
I'm reminding 'em
They say they want that Hollyhood Ars
I'm rewinding 'em All bars, no jokes in my rhymes, I'm revising 'em
Smack this nigga with the Mack 10, I'm T-Boz'ing them
Then cock and get straight to the point, I'm D. Collison
No deal nor single out, my reputation beyond fame
I spit vivid shit, you could picture it, Picasso in my mind frame
All I know is if the time came and Shine frame
I'ma let it ring, back to back, my 9 name Lebron James
He talk like Goliath but his heart living in Con' frame
I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, that's how this line came
I couldn't stand him so I sat him in dirt, god damn
Either way that mean he was seated/ceited like the 2nd part of Con name
Them canines barking, I spray 9's often
But if I feel a certain way then I'ma spray my larking
Commit a hate crime on a base line for K-Shine talking
Nigga you died soon as you came in contact with a Big T
You Trayvon Martin
He in a penalty and with that stick I'ma take the goalie shot
How many of y'all think K-Shine real Blood?
No he not
Well I'm Grape Street Crip today I'm rolling with a 30 shot
That's waiting to get fired like Ace Hood jeweler
After the bezel on his Roley dropped
That 9 millimeter retarded, meaning my Ruger spit
My hammer bang on any MC, nigga my tool/too legit
Shine, you always getting defeated/de-feeted, you on some Kunta shit
I'll let my pistol smoke wherever like it's a hookah stick
Now it's a fact he had a troubled child hood, yeah true that Cause you a crack baby, but we already knew that
Felicia from Friday mixed with some Pookie off New Jack
For being a dream chaser and chasing your dreams
I'ma send you where Lil Snupe at
Rest In Peace Lil Snupe, in your legacy I salute that
But these slugs gon rain there (reindeer)
Meaning they land where his roof at
Reindeer, land, where his roof at
Aye Meek you still got 10 on that nigga?
Cause I'll send him a nigga to battle right now if you still trying to do that
Watch my hands? What you gon do?
Nigga you don't punch, you bite!
You Folger light and you bite, you ain't fighting you bite
You bite! Rex get pistol- no... You bite, Mook get pistol whipped
And Rex be getting knocked the fuck out
But you comfortable with your boys with you, now this freestyle
My fist look like they fight bricks, you gon need Adrien and Floyd with you
Now I see why niggas feel like they could toy with you
Cause everybody in Dot Mob been getting smacked since lil niggas
Y'all name should've been Troy Mitchell
Bars after bars after bars that's all you heard from me
I put bar after bar like I architected Bourbon Street
I don't know if Heaven got a ghetto, but it damn sure got a nursery
Creep up in the hospital while your girl in labor purposely
Purple rag over my face so they won't notice me
Itching to kill, Cripping for real, that's a C section surgery
It'll be your newborn versus me
I snatch him out her ovaries
Kill him the day I graduate college, so that's murder in the 1st degree
I'm a bachelor with a bachelor, an abortion type surgery
Fuck ya life I'll cut ya wife until the butter knife burgundy
My shit is real, my shit is raw, my shit is authentic
(You can't spell "bars" without putting that "ars" in it)
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