[Round 1: Qleen Paper]
I said Lil' Rel dog, listen dog
'Cause I got some shit I gotta kick to, fam
We all seen your side by side ten year picture, fam
And one thing you wasn't lyin' about, was your mama bein' a crackhead ass bitch
I can tell she ain't give a damn
That picture, ain't add up to shit that you be spittin', fam
That bitch said everything except for Terrell be pitchin' grams
Well me? I'm the type to slide and punch, like I'm with the scams
Or grab the deuce-deuce out the boot, yeah, the little blam
And that bitch takin' a piecе off Top, it's a middleman
Nigga, you ain't look the same to mе since Suge grabbed your pocket and almost snatched that motherfucker off
Or what about when that shit with DNA and Chess broke out?
Nigga, you was actin' like a bitch
Or at least that's how you was comin' off
But with them big ass titties and the way that chest poke out I figured you supposed to be the one to brawl
Nigga, what I pop and—
Nigga, what I pop and peel out of my hand, dog, you not gettin' with no prescription
Spark eight, code word shark tank
Nigga, you finna get the business
This bitch loud, some shit you ain't tryin' to hear like an intervention
Big chopper, I got to put it on the stand like it's a witness
I already fucked DNA and Shine up and you just signed up with your fellow brothers
Big fat, funky, pissy Terrell
This nigga probably got yellow covers
So be mellow, brother, or it's click clack, hello sucker
And when I shoot shit'll get ugly for him, Lamelo brother
All these dope tales and lies about sellin' dope, what the fuck is bro point?
The .44 point, and it's internal bleedin' and broke joints
MAG turned him to a pussy-ass nigga, he so moist
You beatin' who?
Me? It's an automatic lose, it's no point
You'll never see Top on top of Paper unless you smoke joints
Nigga, I get him booked for a show
That mean I give him half on the back end and half on the front
Niggas talk cash if you want, I'll put you with your stash in the trunk
Boy, your dick suckin' ass baby mama out the backseat
On some, "Bitch, get your ass in the front"
We ridin' dirty nines
Me, you, the mask and a pump
And she eatin' the whole sub like I passed her the lunch
[?], I keep pullin' like I ain't passin' the blunt
You 'posed to be the bear?
Nigga, you look like you and your girl shop for panties, please
I don't know what the fuck you thought you had goin' on, Smack
I don't know what you thought you was playin' in, Beas'
But I ain't scared, shit, papa bear told me if he a man he bleed
(*Phew*)
I say I ain't scared
Papa bear told me if he a man he bleed
Nigga, and I just seen you fall to a rookie
You can't stand with Qleen
Soon as T-Top overheated his drive gone, and he freeze/antifreeze
I knew you was gon' try that dopehead shit, nigga
You right, I am a fiend
What you got some xanies, T?
Some percs, a pint?
Nigga, hand 'em please
See niggas always want to bring up drugs and then point the hand at Qleen
But nigga, you grabbed the cup when I poured up when me and Rain had the lean
See a lot of you niggas problem bein' complacent with yo' spot
When I met you, bitch, I knew that you was fakin' from the top
That's the type of shit that I have his roof vacant from a shot
I want his check then it's rehearsal, we gon' take it from the top
I made it clear to your man's now I'ma make it clear to you
It's already been established what Paper here to do
I hear a rapper cappin' and fakin', yeah it's you
So stop lyin' to these people 'cause they pay to hear the truth
Rap good, fat bitch
I said Lil' Rel dog, listen dog
'Cause I got some shit I gotta kick to, fam
We all seen your side by side ten year picture, fam
And one thing you wasn't lyin' about, was your mama bein' a crackhead ass bitch
I can tell she ain't give a damn
That picture, ain't add up to shit that you be spittin', fam
That bitch said everything except for Terrell be pitchin' grams
Well me? I'm the type to slide and punch, like I'm with the scams
Or grab the deuce-deuce out the boot, yeah, the little blam
And that bitch takin' a piecе off Top, it's a middleman
Nigga, you ain't look the same to mе since Suge grabbed your pocket and almost snatched that motherfucker off
Or what about when that shit with DNA and Chess broke out?
Nigga, you was actin' like a bitch
Or at least that's how you was comin' off
But with them big ass titties and the way that chest poke out I figured you supposed to be the one to brawl
Nigga, what I pop and—
Nigga, what I pop and peel out of my hand, dog, you not gettin' with no prescription
Spark eight, code word shark tank
Nigga, you finna get the business
This bitch loud, some shit you ain't tryin' to hear like an intervention
Big chopper, I got to put it on the stand like it's a witness
I already fucked DNA and Shine up and you just signed up with your fellow brothers
Big fat, funky, pissy Terrell
This nigga probably got yellow covers
So be mellow, brother, or it's click clack, hello sucker
And when I shoot shit'll get ugly for him, Lamelo brother
All these dope tales and lies about sellin' dope, what the fuck is bro point?
The .44 point, and it's internal bleedin' and broke joints
MAG turned him to a pussy-ass nigga, he so moist
You beatin' who?
Me? It's an automatic lose, it's no point
You'll never see Top on top of Paper unless you smoke joints
Nigga, I get him booked for a show
That mean I give him half on the back end and half on the front
Niggas talk cash if you want, I'll put you with your stash in the trunk
Boy, your dick suckin' ass baby mama out the backseat
On some, "Bitch, get your ass in the front"
We ridin' dirty nines
Me, you, the mask and a pump
And she eatin' the whole sub like I passed her the lunch
[?], I keep pullin' like I ain't passin' the blunt
You 'posed to be the bear?
Nigga, you look like you and your girl shop for panties, please
I don't know what the fuck you thought you had goin' on, Smack
I don't know what you thought you was playin' in, Beas'
But I ain't scared, shit, papa bear told me if he a man he bleed
(*Phew*)
I say I ain't scared
Papa bear told me if he a man he bleed
Nigga, and I just seen you fall to a rookie
You can't stand with Qleen
Soon as T-Top overheated his drive gone, and he freeze/antifreeze
I knew you was gon' try that dopehead shit, nigga
You right, I am a fiend
What you got some xanies, T?
Some percs, a pint?
Nigga, hand 'em please
See niggas always want to bring up drugs and then point the hand at Qleen
But nigga, you grabbed the cup when I poured up when me and Rain had the lean
See a lot of you niggas problem bein' complacent with yo' spot
When I met you, bitch, I knew that you was fakin' from the top
That's the type of shit that I have his roof vacant from a shot
I want his check then it's rehearsal, we gon' take it from the top
I made it clear to your man's now I'ma make it clear to you
It's already been established what Paper here to do
I hear a rapper cappin' and fakin', yeah it's you
So stop lyin' to these people 'cause they pay to hear the truth
Rap good, fat bitch
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