[Round 1: Hitman Holla]
It's kinda hard to spit water, but my verses fluid
I'm a beat Cortez but I'm mad, causeI ain't the first to do it
Had my own lane goin, why the fuck would you merge into it?
You got some wins, but we only remember them loses, Hitman Vs Ewing Patrick that is, what's a 50 cal to a slingshot? My whole team pop
You fly as bird 'til we shoot you down like the restaurant
Ain't no telling where his Wings Stop
New York cats like "That country nigga mean, Ock!"
Between blocks, catch me where the thieves is at I needs a stack, I'll leave him flat, squeeze the Mac
Fight you your team, and whoever in the crowd that want it I
'm like Stephen Jack He searching for a lifeline, too bad I ain't that Regis cat
New York wanna shut me down, y'all need more than that Revis cat
So don't start, cause for the dead prez, I'll spark and leave this man dead
You just a Mexican that rep New York
But lose when it matter the most, you Mark...Sanchez
That bitch you never wit, you stressing on that female
Login on to her twitter page, checking all her emails
Calling Math Hoffa like "Let me give you the details. She fuck wit Holla now, you know from the S-T-L
He rap and I rap but the difference is, he sell
She chose him over me and told me to Be Well"
Fuckin Female! Caught him outside, I told him "Bitch nigga Man up!"
He was like "Man..." I said, "Man what?!"
He was like "Nah Holla I'm just saying" "You saying what?"
Remind you of moms coming from the grocery store
The way we put them cans up I'm all for the static game, it's a mathematic game
Grab the flame, I slide up on him like baggage claim
Fuck if you let us (lettuce) I'm staring at them carrot, aiming at his onion
Won't stop til his cabbage hang Tricks/Trix are for kids and this nigga playing rabbit games
But it's not fun, on my son Bugs Bunny couldn't dodge the shit that's comingout this shotgun
I'm a packed house room rocker, you a McDonalds broom mopper GET THE DOOR!
You a room watcher I know you Brooklyn niggas hurt right now but you gone stand right hurr and watch me chew him
Hoffa I fuck wit niggas on they last strike, you fuck wit mad dikes
Get outta line once, get blast twice
Go head swing, it'll be a fast fight
Cause I'm a duck and 1-2-3 him, I'm Trinidad nice
Ain’t ma fault, I'm a fuckin savage and I'm cut from another fabric
Once again this is not a classic, he 2 steps under good 26.6 is the only time you here a nigga say Hitman average
Ball Game!
It's kinda hard to spit water, but my verses fluid
I'm a beat Cortez but I'm mad, causeI ain't the first to do it
Had my own lane goin, why the fuck would you merge into it?
You got some wins, but we only remember them loses, Hitman Vs Ewing Patrick that is, what's a 50 cal to a slingshot? My whole team pop
You fly as bird 'til we shoot you down like the restaurant
Ain't no telling where his Wings Stop
New York cats like "That country nigga mean, Ock!"
Between blocks, catch me where the thieves is at I needs a stack, I'll leave him flat, squeeze the Mac
Fight you your team, and whoever in the crowd that want it I
'm like Stephen Jack He searching for a lifeline, too bad I ain't that Regis cat
New York wanna shut me down, y'all need more than that Revis cat
So don't start, cause for the dead prez, I'll spark and leave this man dead
You just a Mexican that rep New York
But lose when it matter the most, you Mark...Sanchez
That bitch you never wit, you stressing on that female
Login on to her twitter page, checking all her emails
Calling Math Hoffa like "Let me give you the details. She fuck wit Holla now, you know from the S-T-L
He rap and I rap but the difference is, he sell
She chose him over me and told me to Be Well"
Fuckin Female! Caught him outside, I told him "Bitch nigga Man up!"
He was like "Man..." I said, "Man what?!"
He was like "Nah Holla I'm just saying" "You saying what?"
Remind you of moms coming from the grocery store
The way we put them cans up I'm all for the static game, it's a mathematic game
Grab the flame, I slide up on him like baggage claim
Fuck if you let us (lettuce) I'm staring at them carrot, aiming at his onion
Won't stop til his cabbage hang Tricks/Trix are for kids and this nigga playing rabbit games
But it's not fun, on my son Bugs Bunny couldn't dodge the shit that's comingout this shotgun
I'm a packed house room rocker, you a McDonalds broom mopper GET THE DOOR!
You a room watcher I know you Brooklyn niggas hurt right now but you gone stand right hurr and watch me chew him
Hoffa I fuck wit niggas on they last strike, you fuck wit mad dikes
Get outta line once, get blast twice
Go head swing, it'll be a fast fight
Cause I'm a duck and 1-2-3 him, I'm Trinidad nice
Ain’t ma fault, I'm a fuckin savage and I'm cut from another fabric
Once again this is not a classic, he 2 steps under good 26.6 is the only time you here a nigga say Hitman average
Ball Game!
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