Rone vs. Head I.C.E (Title Match) King of the Dot (Ft. Head I.C.E & Rone)

[Round 1: Head I.C.E.]
Before I do the crime, let me see if it's worth doing the time
Okay, no disrespect to King Of The Dot, I know the chain real
But it been around a fake rapper neck all year it might've became steel
Yeah, I smack taste out you
I barely know you but I can tell you what I hate about you
You got cow titties, moving around in this wild city
I'm with a Mafia that never been around Biggie
I would tell you to Throw Ya Gunz in the air but that sounds Sticky
You finger killers
Rat, get a [?] up you don't know the cheat code
You would have me in a lineup like a free throw and I ain't even in the game with you
I don't feel that pain with you
I ain't never mask up and do a stain with you
But I will mask up, give an order and take out your food like a PF Chang menu
You eating where?
On my block you'll hear Nas but you'll probably see Dave East appear
You a fruit, at least a pear
To get to my level, your pen gonna have to go through training, for at least a year
Be prepared, for snake niggas, fake niggas
Bitches falling for you for months like Easter near
Keep a gun on you, maybe more than one on you
Or die when they try to kill a real boss like Keisha did
This ain't nothing New Jack
So if I'm shooting from my car you ain't gon' get to see every clip
I ain't Cyssero
You see these five fingers of death? Kiss 'em tho
Cause a shot go off in a Harlem night, we don't miss a toe
You dead boy
You gon' try to tell me where I'm from and I already think you a fag boy
Quiet that, 'fore I fire back
And the last sound coming through your speaker
Is you snorting off your blood through the wiretap
What's really pimping?
I smack the bitch out you and put her on a ho stroll
You take care of these spenders, get back at me or BAOW get back at me
I don't fear these spitters
I'm God, Jesus in the flesh, ain't no controlling that
They looking at this Mr. Strange but that's why I got picked by the road for that
F1-50, before I XLT I was already on the road for that
Who riding with me?
I scare you so bad I make you rob you with me
Don't make us hurt you
The only way you disrespecting ours is if you breaking curfew
Speak up Rone
You got a little hate in your blood I should speak up on
Now y'all know Brenda had a baby but she had to trash it
Cause his father couldn't keep her home
Speak up Rone
I can't let this wait til next time
We got a Colombian Necktie, you did a month in Bedstuy
Figured you thuggish cause you snuck a stolen Christmas tree past the alarm in Best Buy
I show you a star you can reach in the Left Eye
Speak up Rone
Your phony smile is why I don't trust your love
You get MC Gusto love
As far as drugs, you like 'em new or lean, you should've knew not to trust those sluts
Fuck ya stories
If you old dog, shit going down faster than Cane 40
Ain't no 'burban love for a nigga who ain't got the same for me
With my own two eyes I watched you abuse drugs
Walk into a hotel room with another man like you was boo'd up
A few hours later I heard moans and groans but I coulda got it screwed up
The next day, I had to battle you and now you up here acting like you tough
So talk that shit don't joke with me
Cause where I'm from ain't no hope for me
That's why my higher power got me right where I'm supposed to be
ICE