[Round 1: Bad Newz]
Nigga, get ya wig popped!
Or call me Chauncey, 'cause I'm a Big Shot
I'm spoiled as a man
That just mean I could double them toys that Kyd (kid) got
If your bitch pregnant, I won't shoot at her stomach
She gettin' a rib shot
Even though we don't go to war to (water) break, we wait it out
And nine months later, Kyd (kid) drop!
If we did box, you'll get hit wit' a 1-2-1-2, I'll mic check ya
Y'all remember them glow-up sneakers we had comin' up in the '90s?
Yeah, Kyd (kid) a light stepper
I mean, I be wishin' I could bang a gavel and get a judge life
You think 'cause you gon' say my real namе Antwan, they gon' believе you livin' some thug's life?
Well, any body could go in the dirt if it's dug right
No hesitation, we be shootin' in secs (insects): it's A Bug's Life
It ain't nothin' you could do for me
Kevin Hart was the only time we seen Kyd (Kid) catch a body, and that's a True Story
For these loudmouth niggas, I push a button, this gun'll mute for me
But I'm a star - why you think all these niggas will shoot for me?
Last week, I won that Underdog belt versus J2
This week, it's some different kind bud: I'm smokin' K, too (K2)
If you disrespect the man in me, you gon' die by the hands of me
It's like a custody hearing
Yeah, 'cause the Kyd (kid) got Bad Newz, then separated from his family!
I'm like that cool auntie we all got
I ain't got no problems wit' takin' Kyd (kid)
But that's besides the point
I can assist wit' your passin': Jason Kidd
Nigga, you trap, right?
I used to rob niggas, and all trappers hate when that day come
You know, the stick up, Kyd (kid)
I'm them niggas you stay away from!
You can't trap in these streets forever
What, you don't get it, my G?
Your bitch sayin' she havin' nightmares somethin' bad gon' happen, right?
Newsflash: she talkin' 'bout niggas like me!
My Plan A was come in this shit, fuckin' scorch you
If that ain't work, Plan B
This bitch'll peel (pill) and abort you!
Nigga, this ain't even a real showing for me
It's just a walkthrough
Since I got the belt, I'm Beasley in this battle rap shit
The nigga that everybody wanna talk to!
Heh-heh, heh-heh
That boy must be from Atlanta the way I Hawk him down
Searchin', at his miss place (misplace), for Kyd (kid) shit in a box
This the lost-and-found
Smack, Slade postin' my bail the only time he can out-bar me
So if Kyd (Kid) Play, BLAOW! I'm fuckin' up the House Party!
I'm a problem
Niggas know I specialize in robbin'
The jackboys I be with ain't no Goonies - them niggas goblins
E'rrybody say they outside
But when we outside, them niggas hidin'
Over bull, you'll get your top painted like Dennis Rodman's
I had to get it out the mud, nigga!
You always braggin' 'bout your plug, nigga
I was shysty (Shiesty) before Pooh
You gotta get it 'Back In Blood', nigga!
It's extortion
But I'm reasonable 'cause I'm a drug dealer
Boy, I'll rob you, then sell your shit back to you
Now I'm your plug, nigga!
I know a lotta my fans was sayin' he gon' beat me, prob'ly
Well, after this, if anybody still got Slade here (slayed hair)...Geechi Gotti
You know the bundles, bruh
I'm a winner (winter), a cold nigga
You better bundle up
I'm seasoned, and all them (autumn) niggas ain't got no heat
It's just some of (summer) us
I feel like I'm pet-trainin' today: dawg practiced
And what you say real? They should be able to understand if you talk backwards
You like to talk about money and drugs, I talk ratchets
They call me "Newz" 'cause I witnessed a lotta shit, but I never broadcast it!
This all passion! Mixed wit' a lotta real shit
They think 'cause I don't cry at funerals, I don't feel shit
Now that had my head wrapped, got me real sick (Real Sikh)
Just know, per mission (permission), we slidin', Kyd (kid)
Yeah, it sound like a field trip
Like hearin' that your moms died, this Newz (news) hard to deal wit'
I done killed more rappers than the record labels that they deal wit', nigga!
I don't do co-de's, nigga, 'cause they'll get you fucked up
See, that's why I run alone, aight?
I know your family still call you "Kyd"
We gon' treat him like he grown tonight
If this Internet gangsta tell me it's on-site, then I'm up, loadin' Chrome tonight!
Smack, tell his mom she can cut that porch light off
Her lil' Kyd (kid) ain't comin' home tonight!
Hey, yo, all you niggas fake
Just for sleepin' on me, I'm finna make all you niggas wakes
My opps? Be turnin' up in Heaven together
They be throwin' parties at the Gates
I can tell you been through a lot
Benjamin Button: tonight, Kyd (kid) 'bout to look 40 in the face!
Nigga, get brave!
I'll snatch your son, stick a knife in his ribcage
You won't even have to identify his body
They knew he was yours by the way I left the kid slayed!
I'll rob you right after this shit
You won't get paid
'Cause just like every other kid that was born on Earth, nigga, you bitch-made
I had to show you it's levels in this shit, nigga, that you ain't playin' wit' me on
And show you, Smack, ain't nothin' special 'bout your Kyd (kid)
Nigga, you ain't Raising Dion
GunTitles, what up?
Nigga, get ya wig popped!
Or call me Chauncey, 'cause I'm a Big Shot
I'm spoiled as a man
That just mean I could double them toys that Kyd (kid) got
If your bitch pregnant, I won't shoot at her stomach
She gettin' a rib shot
Even though we don't go to war to (water) break, we wait it out
And nine months later, Kyd (kid) drop!
If we did box, you'll get hit wit' a 1-2-1-2, I'll mic check ya
Y'all remember them glow-up sneakers we had comin' up in the '90s?
Yeah, Kyd (kid) a light stepper
I mean, I be wishin' I could bang a gavel and get a judge life
You think 'cause you gon' say my real namе Antwan, they gon' believе you livin' some thug's life?
Well, any body could go in the dirt if it's dug right
No hesitation, we be shootin' in secs (insects): it's A Bug's Life
It ain't nothin' you could do for me
Kevin Hart was the only time we seen Kyd (Kid) catch a body, and that's a True Story
For these loudmouth niggas, I push a button, this gun'll mute for me
But I'm a star - why you think all these niggas will shoot for me?
Last week, I won that Underdog belt versus J2
This week, it's some different kind bud: I'm smokin' K, too (K2)
If you disrespect the man in me, you gon' die by the hands of me
It's like a custody hearing
Yeah, 'cause the Kyd (kid) got Bad Newz, then separated from his family!
I'm like that cool auntie we all got
I ain't got no problems wit' takin' Kyd (kid)
But that's besides the point
I can assist wit' your passin': Jason Kidd
Nigga, you trap, right?
I used to rob niggas, and all trappers hate when that day come
You know, the stick up, Kyd (kid)
I'm them niggas you stay away from!
You can't trap in these streets forever
What, you don't get it, my G?
Your bitch sayin' she havin' nightmares somethin' bad gon' happen, right?
Newsflash: she talkin' 'bout niggas like me!
My Plan A was come in this shit, fuckin' scorch you
If that ain't work, Plan B
This bitch'll peel (pill) and abort you!
Nigga, this ain't even a real showing for me
It's just a walkthrough
Since I got the belt, I'm Beasley in this battle rap shit
The nigga that everybody wanna talk to!
Heh-heh, heh-heh
That boy must be from Atlanta the way I Hawk him down
Searchin', at his miss place (misplace), for Kyd (kid) shit in a box
This the lost-and-found
Smack, Slade postin' my bail the only time he can out-bar me
So if Kyd (Kid) Play, BLAOW! I'm fuckin' up the House Party!
I'm a problem
Niggas know I specialize in robbin'
The jackboys I be with ain't no Goonies - them niggas goblins
E'rrybody say they outside
But when we outside, them niggas hidin'
Over bull, you'll get your top painted like Dennis Rodman's
I had to get it out the mud, nigga!
You always braggin' 'bout your plug, nigga
I was shysty (Shiesty) before Pooh
You gotta get it 'Back In Blood', nigga!
It's extortion
But I'm reasonable 'cause I'm a drug dealer
Boy, I'll rob you, then sell your shit back to you
Now I'm your plug, nigga!
I know a lotta my fans was sayin' he gon' beat me, prob'ly
Well, after this, if anybody still got Slade here (slayed hair)...Geechi Gotti
You know the bundles, bruh
I'm a winner (winter), a cold nigga
You better bundle up
I'm seasoned, and all them (autumn) niggas ain't got no heat
It's just some of (summer) us
I feel like I'm pet-trainin' today: dawg practiced
And what you say real? They should be able to understand if you talk backwards
You like to talk about money and drugs, I talk ratchets
They call me "Newz" 'cause I witnessed a lotta shit, but I never broadcast it!
This all passion! Mixed wit' a lotta real shit
They think 'cause I don't cry at funerals, I don't feel shit
Now that had my head wrapped, got me real sick (Real Sikh)
Just know, per mission (permission), we slidin', Kyd (kid)
Yeah, it sound like a field trip
Like hearin' that your moms died, this Newz (news) hard to deal wit'
I done killed more rappers than the record labels that they deal wit', nigga!
I don't do co-de's, nigga, 'cause they'll get you fucked up
See, that's why I run alone, aight?
I know your family still call you "Kyd"
We gon' treat him like he grown tonight
If this Internet gangsta tell me it's on-site, then I'm up, loadin' Chrome tonight!
Smack, tell his mom she can cut that porch light off
Her lil' Kyd (kid) ain't comin' home tonight!
Hey, yo, all you niggas fake
Just for sleepin' on me, I'm finna make all you niggas wakes
My opps? Be turnin' up in Heaven together
They be throwin' parties at the Gates
I can tell you been through a lot
Benjamin Button: tonight, Kyd (kid) 'bout to look 40 in the face!
Nigga, get brave!
I'll snatch your son, stick a knife in his ribcage
You won't even have to identify his body
They knew he was yours by the way I left the kid slayed!
I'll rob you right after this shit
You won't get paid
'Cause just like every other kid that was born on Earth, nigga, you bitch-made
I had to show you it's levels in this shit, nigga, that you ain't playin' wit' me on
And show you, Smack, ain't nothin' special 'bout your Kyd (kid)
Nigga, you ain't Raising Dion
GunTitles, what up?
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