[Round 1: Kyd Slade]
My opponent is this nigga? Wow
The fact that I could find pictures of you wit' your hair dyed and fingernails painted while we was checkin' the files is crazy
I know the big homie that brought yo' ass home must really be proud
I mean, it's...it's clear that me and you got diametrical styles
You prob'ly slide in the car bangin'
But I hop out, shootin' by myself like a technical foul
Shit, I respect that you down, but truly it's hype
See, if I lose my temper, then one of you niggas is losin' a life
That shit'll ruin a night
You ever seen The Other Guys?
Boy, that suppressor'll make the bang outside look like the funeral fight
So fuck you finna do?
Tell a bunch of lies that rhyme?
Stand here lookin' corny as can be?
Front 'bout how you gettin' 'em sent from over there to over here
When I know them bitches is damn near 40 in the streets?
You got me fucked up
You think you gon' look like this and T-Top me to death 'bout bricks?
You got me fucked up
Niggas love talkin' 'bout that half to a whole
But completely forget about that quarter from a 8 ball
You got me fucked up
You think you can go on a .com and find a chain like mines?
You got me fucked up!
And I ain't got no Eazy jail stories, 'cause me and bro keep money for bond
You got me fucked up
I'll shoot you from hugging distance
Two straps and another Biscuit
That's a rifle, and I'll send your soul on a shuttle mission!
Act up and your mother get it
Play on the side of caution - think
Or get shot and end up on the other side of the caution tape
Shit, I'm a savage wit' mines
I'll have mom dukes drastically cryin'
When I put that shotgun to your left temple and knock everything out the passenger side
Bro, rap trappin' is fine
But all lyrical crack and gats to the side, tuck yo' pride
'Cause all of mine harborin' a strap
I heard you like to speak your mind
Well, I'll leave everything you talkin' in your lap
Stuntin' on the front line for the bitches? Man, the squad ain't into that
You ever seen a picture of KD with his head down?
Yeah, nigga, we ballin' (baldin') from the back
My man call me for the strap? My left eye might jump
And at first glance, I feel the niggas on your side might run
But don't front, 'cause every nigga in my squad gon' dump
We done put more hands on niggas than the Apollo stump!
Bitch, I'm a goony-goon!
You face-to-face wit' a nigga that keep a stupid tool
100-round, and every one of you niggas get a shot
This like the Rooney Rule
BANG!
Man, if you wanna get it, then get it right
Nigga came in poppin' shit, but he left this bitch fightin' for his life
It's G-O-D
If your life fucked up, I'll put some hope in it
I'm the God - say my name in vain (vein), I'll put some dope in it
Plug Talk
Say somethin' important
My opponent is this nigga? Wow
The fact that I could find pictures of you wit' your hair dyed and fingernails painted while we was checkin' the files is crazy
I know the big homie that brought yo' ass home must really be proud
I mean, it's...it's clear that me and you got diametrical styles
You prob'ly slide in the car bangin'
But I hop out, shootin' by myself like a technical foul
Shit, I respect that you down, but truly it's hype
See, if I lose my temper, then one of you niggas is losin' a life
That shit'll ruin a night
You ever seen The Other Guys?
Boy, that suppressor'll make the bang outside look like the funeral fight
So fuck you finna do?
Tell a bunch of lies that rhyme?
Stand here lookin' corny as can be?
Front 'bout how you gettin' 'em sent from over there to over here
When I know them bitches is damn near 40 in the streets?
You got me fucked up
You think you gon' look like this and T-Top me to death 'bout bricks?
You got me fucked up
Niggas love talkin' 'bout that half to a whole
But completely forget about that quarter from a 8 ball
You got me fucked up
You think you can go on a .com and find a chain like mines?
You got me fucked up!
And I ain't got no Eazy jail stories, 'cause me and bro keep money for bond
You got me fucked up
I'll shoot you from hugging distance
Two straps and another Biscuit
That's a rifle, and I'll send your soul on a shuttle mission!
Act up and your mother get it
Play on the side of caution - think
Or get shot and end up on the other side of the caution tape
Shit, I'm a savage wit' mines
I'll have mom dukes drastically cryin'
When I put that shotgun to your left temple and knock everything out the passenger side
Bro, rap trappin' is fine
But all lyrical crack and gats to the side, tuck yo' pride
'Cause all of mine harborin' a strap
I heard you like to speak your mind
Well, I'll leave everything you talkin' in your lap
Stuntin' on the front line for the bitches? Man, the squad ain't into that
You ever seen a picture of KD with his head down?
Yeah, nigga, we ballin' (baldin') from the back
My man call me for the strap? My left eye might jump
And at first glance, I feel the niggas on your side might run
But don't front, 'cause every nigga in my squad gon' dump
We done put more hands on niggas than the Apollo stump!
Bitch, I'm a goony-goon!
You face-to-face wit' a nigga that keep a stupid tool
100-round, and every one of you niggas get a shot
This like the Rooney Rule
BANG!
Man, if you wanna get it, then get it right
Nigga came in poppin' shit, but he left this bitch fightin' for his life
It's G-O-D
If your life fucked up, I'll put some hope in it
I'm the God - say my name in vain (vein), I'll put some dope in it
Plug Talk
Say somethin' important
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