[Round 1: Yung Ill]
They put Clips on this cliff, I tell 'em leap from the edge
But it's discerning cause
This the type of sermon I should've been preaching to Red
But I'm back Smack, I feel right at home
Can get my rifle on to detach every vital bone
Between his feet and his head
Give his casket a microphone and tell his fans he can speak from the dead
See you an industry nigga, I'm a "in the street" nigga
So the streets how I play it
Quarter mil' tucked between the mattress, no sheets on the bed
I'll have a cell phone the first week in the F.E.D.S
Handsome, but this handgun a beauty, I'm a beast with the lead
He propose beef but petition for peace when I put this piece to his head
He said, "Them dope lines will bring Yung Ill back"
Boy that sound like something my niece would've said
You more butt than the first piece of the bread
Cause dope lines like, "I will get tired and slow leak 'em
Or just air it all out", but why weed through the lines that I care nothing 'bout
I'm a straight shooter, I'll just crack heads from here on (heron) out
Do you know what kind of drama you are in B?
Um, well, machete with the Jagged Edge, he's taking more than one L
Y'all brought Boyz II Men?
Well these End Of The Road gun shells
When these straps are drew, he'll see 'em life like dumbbells
I told Smack, "We Could Do It Anywhere"; 112
You dealing with that carnivore that was born for war
Get your armor tore, I'm in Harlem armed with fours
Swarm his corner and snapped his arm in four
Bounce to his parents house unannounced
But what I need to give a warning for?
When I'm bombing shots that'll open mom and pops like a corner store
But tell this cat to stop it, get his body in HD
I tap his pockets and come after do(dough) like re mi
You'll get put in a B.A.G. for trying to be a G
All that G.A.B. will have me on his block
With the windows down like I need AC
But y'all already know what I do to this nigga...
Just in case y'all forgot, who is this nigga?
They put Clips on this cliff, I tell 'em leap from the edge
But it's discerning cause
This the type of sermon I should've been preaching to Red
But I'm back Smack, I feel right at home
Can get my rifle on to detach every vital bone
Between his feet and his head
Give his casket a microphone and tell his fans he can speak from the dead
See you an industry nigga, I'm a "in the street" nigga
So the streets how I play it
Quarter mil' tucked between the mattress, no sheets on the bed
I'll have a cell phone the first week in the F.E.D.S
Handsome, but this handgun a beauty, I'm a beast with the lead
He propose beef but petition for peace when I put this piece to his head
He said, "Them dope lines will bring Yung Ill back"
Boy that sound like something my niece would've said
You more butt than the first piece of the bread
Cause dope lines like, "I will get tired and slow leak 'em
Or just air it all out", but why weed through the lines that I care nothing 'bout
I'm a straight shooter, I'll just crack heads from here on (heron) out
Do you know what kind of drama you are in B?
Um, well, machete with the Jagged Edge, he's taking more than one L
Y'all brought Boyz II Men?
Well these End Of The Road gun shells
When these straps are drew, he'll see 'em life like dumbbells
I told Smack, "We Could Do It Anywhere"; 112
You dealing with that carnivore that was born for war
Get your armor tore, I'm in Harlem armed with fours
Swarm his corner and snapped his arm in four
Bounce to his parents house unannounced
But what I need to give a warning for?
When I'm bombing shots that'll open mom and pops like a corner store
But tell this cat to stop it, get his body in HD
I tap his pockets and come after do(dough) like re mi
You'll get put in a B.A.G. for trying to be a G
All that G.A.B. will have me on his block
With the windows down like I need AC
But y'all already know what I do to this nigga...
Just in case y'all forgot, who is this nigga?
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