[Round 1: Tech 9]
S.P.I. two T.A.G.E
Y'all muthafuckas get it right, Wayne A.V.E
Goodz, I know exactly what you mean nigga
Another skinny leg jean nigga
You act up I got the beam nigga
'Smooth Criminal', I light ya block up like it's 'Billie Jean' nigga
Don't try to front, go 'head and try to scheme nigga
I'm knockin' on your door for that candy it's Halloween nigga
I wanna do him dirty, but I gotta keep it clean nigga
"Rich Dolarz beats Tech 9" helluva dream nigga
I knew you was a body bag before the body bag
Cause everybody you battled put you in a body bag
Goodz: body bag
Hitman: body bag
Young Miles put your body bag in a body bag
Black gloves, NHL hockey masks
Then ride through the Bronx in the same Bronco that OJ had
Rich Dolarz, psst, I got real money
I got enough to pay Bill Gates bail money
Plus I'm stingy that bitch won't get a bill from me
Madoff rappers, all y'all do is steal money
You fuck with bimbo bitches
Face like Kimbo, bitches
Like to play a lot of games; Nintendo bitches
Me? I fuck with models, movie stars, I got ten doe bitches
If I woke up witcha broad I'd prolly jump out the window vicious
I ran into ya aunt, told her to hop in my car
Said, "What's that thing that y'all be doin' when y'all be lockin' y'all jaws?"
She said, "Better yet I'll show you" and start toppin' me off
I bust, she went to spit out, I said, "Not in my car."
Pulled over, told her to spit that shit out in that lawn
She jumped out I took off and start beepin' the horn
She ran into the middle of the street like, "Wait a minute! [?]"
Soon as the light turn green a nigga was gone
I'll do drive-bys, no face all you see is the arm
Kill a nigga like cigarettes, forget the reason I'm calm
T with a Cap, any other reason be wrong
I wrecked his Mook, feel like I got a Dot in my Mobb
And y'all how I damage him, turkey breast sandwich him
You might as well do a rap song with Charles Hamilton
Y'all both ugly and y'all both scramblin'
You prolly play the penny machine when you be gamblin'
I should smack you then or better yet smack ya men
This clown runs with an all white boy that claims he African
That's backwards then
Football tackle him
Dwight Howard with the rock, I post and then back him in
Ain't no love lost, how much a snub cost?
You duck sauce, a can of that spray will get this bug off
S.P.I. two T.A.G.E
Y'all muthafuckas get it right, Wayne A.V.E
Goodz, I know exactly what you mean nigga
Another skinny leg jean nigga
You act up I got the beam nigga
'Smooth Criminal', I light ya block up like it's 'Billie Jean' nigga
Don't try to front, go 'head and try to scheme nigga
I'm knockin' on your door for that candy it's Halloween nigga
I wanna do him dirty, but I gotta keep it clean nigga
"Rich Dolarz beats Tech 9" helluva dream nigga
I knew you was a body bag before the body bag
Cause everybody you battled put you in a body bag
Goodz: body bag
Hitman: body bag
Young Miles put your body bag in a body bag
Black gloves, NHL hockey masks
Then ride through the Bronx in the same Bronco that OJ had
Rich Dolarz, psst, I got real money
I got enough to pay Bill Gates bail money
Plus I'm stingy that bitch won't get a bill from me
Madoff rappers, all y'all do is steal money
You fuck with bimbo bitches
Face like Kimbo, bitches
Like to play a lot of games; Nintendo bitches
Me? I fuck with models, movie stars, I got ten doe bitches
If I woke up witcha broad I'd prolly jump out the window vicious
I ran into ya aunt, told her to hop in my car
Said, "What's that thing that y'all be doin' when y'all be lockin' y'all jaws?"
She said, "Better yet I'll show you" and start toppin' me off
I bust, she went to spit out, I said, "Not in my car."
Pulled over, told her to spit that shit out in that lawn
She jumped out I took off and start beepin' the horn
She ran into the middle of the street like, "Wait a minute! [?]"
Soon as the light turn green a nigga was gone
I'll do drive-bys, no face all you see is the arm
Kill a nigga like cigarettes, forget the reason I'm calm
T with a Cap, any other reason be wrong
I wrecked his Mook, feel like I got a Dot in my Mobb
And y'all how I damage him, turkey breast sandwich him
You might as well do a rap song with Charles Hamilton
Y'all both ugly and y'all both scramblin'
You prolly play the penny machine when you be gamblin'
I should smack you then or better yet smack ya men
This clown runs with an all white boy that claims he African
That's backwards then
Football tackle him
Dwight Howard with the rock, I post and then back him in
Ain't no love lost, how much a snub cost?
You duck sauce, a can of that spray will get this bug off
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