[Round 1: B. Dot]
Ayo!
B. Dot on URL? Well, it's not a dream
What you heard is real
I'm one of the best in the GAME!
I mean, y'all all heard of the name and observed the skill
I'm feeling like Daylyt vs. Mike P
It's my time to shine 'cause I earned the deal
Except I'm only licking the ground after the shot and his body drop to confirm the kill!
I snuck in a steel Ruger
But still sharp with the hands: the real Kreuger
Aye, I read Rum went to the East with fake J's!
That's backwards: it'll be MURDER if I pull up with real shooters!
Them Piru-ers, and I got some Crip niggas in all blue, homie
As far as weapons, I got a few on me
Aye, it was animated 'til I drew on him
With the long nose that I used to think was despicable...'til it grew on me!
Aye, who want me?
They said a nigga named E.K., he the preacher type
Well, don't believe the hype
You had a whole video running through the streets
But running the streets get niggas locked: that is NOT the key to life
You from Utah!? I'm from Pacoima!
We don't even breathe alike!
For l'il homies in MY hood, whacking out rival gangs is the way they learned to read and write!
My breathing right
I'm 'bout to lock on this nigga like Cujo
He wanna switch sides and switch teams to sell tix?
Aye, do what you do, bro!
Just know the King don't need a PG
I got no problem letting two go!
But you know!
URL tricky: yeah, they lie to the true, bro!
Tricked me into doing a PG
Yeah, they clowned in a loophole
But it's cool, though! Give 'em kudos!
They assisting the new Manute Bol
Thought they was throwing me a bounce pass
I turned this to a alley-oop, though!
You gotta shoot, bro!
Bar Code: a bunch of dirty niggas from the group home
Get beat 'til you're black and blue: whip two tone
If I say we warrin', G, I ain't talking 'bout the nigga that put Snoop on!
These bullets fly for cheap
I could make this count for the whole crew like it's Groupon!
"Aye, B. Dot, what you on!?"
Well, you know how this crowd do it
This URL! You gotta give 'em the same shit
You know, a bunch of "BOW!" movements!
Don't tell me that sound stupid, a conscious brother holding a gun
I mean, in order to know where I'm at, don't you niggas gotta know where I'm from?
See, it wasn't always about the "God raps"
You gotta go beyond that
In order to tell a vision, you gotta channel the inner wisdom, and look at the contrast!
I grew up bangin', but changed my life in a big way
Shout out to Loso!
Just know, though, I saved myself, I ain't get saved
I grew up punching niggas in the mouth for acting bitch-made, and ain't shit changed
You push that right button, that steel slides out like a switchblade!
You 'bout to get sprayed
I mean, you RIGHT IN THE SPOT where your homies got you left out
I was searching the Tube, lurking for views
Scanning the Bar Code, and nothing really checked out!
Diesel, what your rep 'bout?
My niggas from family said you 'bout as good as a ghost
I mean, all you do is troll on Facebook
Now your name makes sense: Diesel was only good in the post!
When I look at you both, nothing really SCREAM y'all clappin' in most cases
I mean, we can try and mask it
But when it come down to the action, bro and son just actin' like Ghostfaces
I mean, fuck a scrap! We can clap!
If you ain't the homie, the lives is getting taken
But if the family feud, we'll put up the tool
The arm can go behind the back before we get it shakin'!
But, for you, you get robbed
The homies shoot with no hesitation
And I'll assist with the jack
Son, we move in unison: Rhythm Nation!
I figured hatin'
So, I brought two straps for the situation
This a Colt, and this'll zip you up for all that tongue: two different Paytons!
Fuck what we sayin'! He only telling truth 'bout a few things!
I mean, E lie, man, and all that giant talk's gon' get you is two rings!
He said he Muslim? Oh, I HEARD he Muslim!?
That's cool, King! Well, I'm here to take what you got
You get robbed on your prayer rug
I heard what you're making's a lot
You gon' be taking these shots, when hollow-tips tarnishin' your fellowship Parliament
Every time you speak, we'll applaud your shit
That just means you'll get clapped for every word, like a ghetto chick arguin'!
I don't CARE if Allah with him!
I got three homies with me, rolling up
And each one got a .44 we clutch
So, that's four .44's, just in case Hova wanna open up!
I throw it up, and let my Killah Bees swarm on him
Feeling like a freak on a leash: I turn Korn on him
Putting these machines together, I transform on him
They saying he got tunnel vision, I blow the HORN on him!
It's MUSIC to my EARS when niggas get stretched out like accordions
According to the gossip, they said you'll hop in an Accord to get away from the shottas
But if we find ya, you'll be in the street, fighting for your LIFE!
You won't believe how many arms we'll have on E Honda!
Time!
Ayo!
B. Dot on URL? Well, it's not a dream
What you heard is real
I'm one of the best in the GAME!
I mean, y'all all heard of the name and observed the skill
I'm feeling like Daylyt vs. Mike P
It's my time to shine 'cause I earned the deal
Except I'm only licking the ground after the shot and his body drop to confirm the kill!
I snuck in a steel Ruger
But still sharp with the hands: the real Kreuger
Aye, I read Rum went to the East with fake J's!
That's backwards: it'll be MURDER if I pull up with real shooters!
Them Piru-ers, and I got some Crip niggas in all blue, homie
As far as weapons, I got a few on me
Aye, it was animated 'til I drew on him
With the long nose that I used to think was despicable...'til it grew on me!
Aye, who want me?
They said a nigga named E.K., he the preacher type
Well, don't believe the hype
You had a whole video running through the streets
But running the streets get niggas locked: that is NOT the key to life
You from Utah!? I'm from Pacoima!
We don't even breathe alike!
For l'il homies in MY hood, whacking out rival gangs is the way they learned to read and write!
My breathing right
I'm 'bout to lock on this nigga like Cujo
He wanna switch sides and switch teams to sell tix?
Aye, do what you do, bro!
Just know the King don't need a PG
I got no problem letting two go!
But you know!
URL tricky: yeah, they lie to the true, bro!
Tricked me into doing a PG
Yeah, they clowned in a loophole
But it's cool, though! Give 'em kudos!
They assisting the new Manute Bol
Thought they was throwing me a bounce pass
I turned this to a alley-oop, though!
You gotta shoot, bro!
Bar Code: a bunch of dirty niggas from the group home
Get beat 'til you're black and blue: whip two tone
If I say we warrin', G, I ain't talking 'bout the nigga that put Snoop on!
These bullets fly for cheap
I could make this count for the whole crew like it's Groupon!
"Aye, B. Dot, what you on!?"
Well, you know how this crowd do it
This URL! You gotta give 'em the same shit
You know, a bunch of "BOW!" movements!
Don't tell me that sound stupid, a conscious brother holding a gun
I mean, in order to know where I'm at, don't you niggas gotta know where I'm from?
See, it wasn't always about the "God raps"
You gotta go beyond that
In order to tell a vision, you gotta channel the inner wisdom, and look at the contrast!
I grew up bangin', but changed my life in a big way
Shout out to Loso!
Just know, though, I saved myself, I ain't get saved
I grew up punching niggas in the mouth for acting bitch-made, and ain't shit changed
You push that right button, that steel slides out like a switchblade!
You 'bout to get sprayed
I mean, you RIGHT IN THE SPOT where your homies got you left out
I was searching the Tube, lurking for views
Scanning the Bar Code, and nothing really checked out!
Diesel, what your rep 'bout?
My niggas from family said you 'bout as good as a ghost
I mean, all you do is troll on Facebook
Now your name makes sense: Diesel was only good in the post!
When I look at you both, nothing really SCREAM y'all clappin' in most cases
I mean, we can try and mask it
But when it come down to the action, bro and son just actin' like Ghostfaces
I mean, fuck a scrap! We can clap!
If you ain't the homie, the lives is getting taken
But if the family feud, we'll put up the tool
The arm can go behind the back before we get it shakin'!
But, for you, you get robbed
The homies shoot with no hesitation
And I'll assist with the jack
Son, we move in unison: Rhythm Nation!
I figured hatin'
So, I brought two straps for the situation
This a Colt, and this'll zip you up for all that tongue: two different Paytons!
Fuck what we sayin'! He only telling truth 'bout a few things!
I mean, E lie, man, and all that giant talk's gon' get you is two rings!
He said he Muslim? Oh, I HEARD he Muslim!?
That's cool, King! Well, I'm here to take what you got
You get robbed on your prayer rug
I heard what you're making's a lot
You gon' be taking these shots, when hollow-tips tarnishin' your fellowship Parliament
Every time you speak, we'll applaud your shit
That just means you'll get clapped for every word, like a ghetto chick arguin'!
I don't CARE if Allah with him!
I got three homies with me, rolling up
And each one got a .44 we clutch
So, that's four .44's, just in case Hova wanna open up!
I throw it up, and let my Killah Bees swarm on him
Feeling like a freak on a leash: I turn Korn on him
Putting these machines together, I transform on him
They saying he got tunnel vision, I blow the HORN on him!
It's MUSIC to my EARS when niggas get stretched out like accordions
According to the gossip, they said you'll hop in an Accord to get away from the shottas
But if we find ya, you'll be in the street, fighting for your LIFE!
You won't believe how many arms we'll have on E Honda!
Time!
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