[Round 1: John John Da Don]
Fresh off a body bag at NOME IV with Reed
I admit, that battle was even boring me
Now I got Verb? In New York? I
'm even more intrigued
Cause I finally got somebody this crowd hates more than me
I feel like every real nigga in the building wanna see me beat em
Every nigga that he cool with wanna see me heat em
Split that hurr do (hairdo) into pieces soon as I meat cleave em
Turn those to micro-waves so I could reheat em
He leaving off this earth, I'll space-ship em
My lines are real/reel and over-board but I ain't fishing
I couldn't run out of bars if I escaped prison
The Timberwolves the only way we seeing Aye/A Wiggin
Have everybody packing bags but they ain't trippin
I'll have you going there for nothing, that's a blank mission
He know he see me as is comp, it's like I came with em
That's why he's dying inside like an AIDS victim
I'm in the way so they want me to move
But every time you niggas hate, give me something to prove Now body bag or a classic? If y'all want me to choose
Then he gon die by his fans since they want me to lose
I said die, you bias fans since y'all want me to lose
Matics jammed, but if I get a bullet stuck in the Uz'
I grab a 2x4 just for something to use
And try to board/bored out his mind like he need something to do
But you like to get animated ;bout how your cans shoot
Like when you say the sparks from it Look like you waving two roman candles
Then what about the gun you had to cock doin the Elvis move
You're not a shooter, you're a dancer cause that's really all the hell you do
But its funny how you say your hardest bars with some fucking dance move
When you got snuffed we only seen you do the running man So every time you talk that gun shit, it's a fucking scam
You wouldn't have a big cap pointing if you was Uncle Sam
Against Goodz he said he'd give a nigga a lil dust, that's a sandstorm
And he'll be struggling to pick up that 50 cal
Look like he sliding back a van door
But if that 50 cal's a pistol
What the fuck would he need both of his hands for?
And if that 50 cal is a rifle
Don't it come with a stand for you to sit it on the damn floor? See that goes to show that this man ain't ever been in no damn war
But y'all be hyping his dumb shit that's why I'm mad that y'all fans for
But I left my gun at home, I don't need it to knock this man off
Cause he can die before it comes out the closet, that's Luther Vandross
See y'all notice I been snapping on some other shit this whole time
I a lot of fans been asking me to bring back that old John
That Shang Sun, that Mr. Kill-A-Nigga-With-His-Own-Lines
Y'all ready? I'm back... s0000 it's ShowTime!!!
Everybody willing to ride up, til they on the chair
Serve em with a Colt .45 like he ordered beer
Invested in a stock and bonded with it like I bought a share Extensions? For what?! I got this real long '4 in here (foreign hair)
Fuck whoever say that I be stealing, they could suck meat
The next time I argue over biting, I'ma buck teeth
You never putting shit on blast, you just front street
You really give me that chick feel Aye (Chik-Fil-A) cause you don't want beef
I'm only here cause I'm.... nope cause I wanna be
Fuck what you got in your hurr, the stage was just for me
The day I choose to leave him alone he getting bucks from me Aye Reed I know it's lonely my nigga!
Here comes some company
Fresh off a body bag at NOME IV with Reed
I admit, that battle was even boring me
Now I got Verb? In New York? I
'm even more intrigued
Cause I finally got somebody this crowd hates more than me
I feel like every real nigga in the building wanna see me beat em
Every nigga that he cool with wanna see me heat em
Split that hurr do (hairdo) into pieces soon as I meat cleave em
Turn those to micro-waves so I could reheat em
He leaving off this earth, I'll space-ship em
My lines are real/reel and over-board but I ain't fishing
I couldn't run out of bars if I escaped prison
The Timberwolves the only way we seeing Aye/A Wiggin
Have everybody packing bags but they ain't trippin
I'll have you going there for nothing, that's a blank mission
He know he see me as is comp, it's like I came with em
That's why he's dying inside like an AIDS victim
I'm in the way so they want me to move
But every time you niggas hate, give me something to prove Now body bag or a classic? If y'all want me to choose
Then he gon die by his fans since they want me to lose
I said die, you bias fans since y'all want me to lose
Matics jammed, but if I get a bullet stuck in the Uz'
I grab a 2x4 just for something to use
And try to board/bored out his mind like he need something to do
But you like to get animated ;bout how your cans shoot
Like when you say the sparks from it Look like you waving two roman candles
Then what about the gun you had to cock doin the Elvis move
You're not a shooter, you're a dancer cause that's really all the hell you do
But its funny how you say your hardest bars with some fucking dance move
When you got snuffed we only seen you do the running man So every time you talk that gun shit, it's a fucking scam
You wouldn't have a big cap pointing if you was Uncle Sam
Against Goodz he said he'd give a nigga a lil dust, that's a sandstorm
And he'll be struggling to pick up that 50 cal
Look like he sliding back a van door
But if that 50 cal's a pistol
What the fuck would he need both of his hands for?
And if that 50 cal is a rifle
Don't it come with a stand for you to sit it on the damn floor? See that goes to show that this man ain't ever been in no damn war
But y'all be hyping his dumb shit that's why I'm mad that y'all fans for
But I left my gun at home, I don't need it to knock this man off
Cause he can die before it comes out the closet, that's Luther Vandross
See y'all notice I been snapping on some other shit this whole time
I a lot of fans been asking me to bring back that old John
That Shang Sun, that Mr. Kill-A-Nigga-With-His-Own-Lines
Y'all ready? I'm back... s0000 it's ShowTime!!!
Everybody willing to ride up, til they on the chair
Serve em with a Colt .45 like he ordered beer
Invested in a stock and bonded with it like I bought a share Extensions? For what?! I got this real long '4 in here (foreign hair)
Fuck whoever say that I be stealing, they could suck meat
The next time I argue over biting, I'ma buck teeth
You never putting shit on blast, you just front street
You really give me that chick feel Aye (Chik-Fil-A) cause you don't want beef
I'm only here cause I'm.... nope cause I wanna be
Fuck what you got in your hurr, the stage was just for me
The day I choose to leave him alone he getting bucks from me Aye Reed I know it's lonely my nigga!
Here comes some company
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