[Round 1: Yung Ill]
He talk a lot of bullshit, I'm just sitting back listenin’
But that's about it, just sitting back listening
III, the kid is in, could build a bridge of wins from Maryland to Michigan
America to Switzerland from battling conditioning
Smack his gang is amped
They reigning champ ain't been through the training camps
Til I came and conditioned ’em
Beat him battered and blindfolded backwards without listenin'
A hazard with the havoc an embarrassment I'm giving him
I toss him in the lake and let him travel with the fisherman
What y'all stressing? 187 ya section
Til the coroner ain't got enough caskets to fit you in
I got a busy schedule, Smack called, I had to fit you in
If Street Status can't get you in I hook you, bate you, reel you in
Season, sauté you, fry you, cook you, bake you, grill you
Man I fell out of love with this battle shit, I'm head over heels again
Box a hater, what? You a soccer player? Let's kick it then
I staple, sew and stitch ya chin if you slip and kick my shin
The visual pitiful, change the frame and switch the lens
You soft as Halle Barry, nah Tyler Perry, Madia, this bitch pretend
I go psycho, crazy, my clips extend
Nicknamed my rifle Mercedes, it could lift a Benz
You ain’t a shark cause when it’s sharks on this side of the pool He don't dip and swim
He go with the starfish and the dolphins on a different end and clip his fin
Conflict mediator, mediate before the conflict begin
When it’s conflict I can't afford it, that's why my convicts be pitching in
UPS when them triggers bend, you ain't at home but you ordered war
So I’ma leave that sticker on ya door like "Sorry we missed you, the shipments in"
I'm on my shit again, no diaper rash
Just pipes and mags for niggas that like to flash they ice and cash
Or play 'Pac til we Suge Knight they ass
Your worst nightmare, think about it, I'm twice as bad
I broad day street sweep snipe ya ave
From that same Caprice that the DC snipers had
I hate them down low brothers, you like them fags
Birds of a feather flock together, you just like them fags
He got a dump truck scum bitch, his wife is trash
And he chose to wife her ass, that's down hyphen bad
I play the football quarterback she get down, hike, I pass
Send her to the end zone hiking fast
She tucks around with condoms and souvenirs in her hiking bag
She said "Ill you a dog with yo trifling ass"
So ya girlfriend feelin' me, head of the household S
He like that Uncle Phil in me I snap my fingers, do the Carlton
And she come live with the Fresh Prince like Hilary
Wonder where them killers be, riding with me
See the Dezi chrome like a phone cause the barrel so long I gotta flip that bitch up like a Sidekick 3
Got a T-Mobile chat, this what I call it when I walk to you
And put you in my favorite 5
But you don't get charged when I let them shells talk to you
He talk a lot of bullshit, I'm just sitting back listenin’
But that's about it, just sitting back listening
III, the kid is in, could build a bridge of wins from Maryland to Michigan
America to Switzerland from battling conditioning
Smack his gang is amped
They reigning champ ain't been through the training camps
Til I came and conditioned ’em
Beat him battered and blindfolded backwards without listenin'
A hazard with the havoc an embarrassment I'm giving him
I toss him in the lake and let him travel with the fisherman
What y'all stressing? 187 ya section
Til the coroner ain't got enough caskets to fit you in
I got a busy schedule, Smack called, I had to fit you in
If Street Status can't get you in I hook you, bate you, reel you in
Season, sauté you, fry you, cook you, bake you, grill you
Man I fell out of love with this battle shit, I'm head over heels again
Box a hater, what? You a soccer player? Let's kick it then
I staple, sew and stitch ya chin if you slip and kick my shin
The visual pitiful, change the frame and switch the lens
You soft as Halle Barry, nah Tyler Perry, Madia, this bitch pretend
I go psycho, crazy, my clips extend
Nicknamed my rifle Mercedes, it could lift a Benz
You ain’t a shark cause when it’s sharks on this side of the pool He don't dip and swim
He go with the starfish and the dolphins on a different end and clip his fin
Conflict mediator, mediate before the conflict begin
When it’s conflict I can't afford it, that's why my convicts be pitching in
UPS when them triggers bend, you ain't at home but you ordered war
So I’ma leave that sticker on ya door like "Sorry we missed you, the shipments in"
I'm on my shit again, no diaper rash
Just pipes and mags for niggas that like to flash they ice and cash
Or play 'Pac til we Suge Knight they ass
Your worst nightmare, think about it, I'm twice as bad
I broad day street sweep snipe ya ave
From that same Caprice that the DC snipers had
I hate them down low brothers, you like them fags
Birds of a feather flock together, you just like them fags
He got a dump truck scum bitch, his wife is trash
And he chose to wife her ass, that's down hyphen bad
I play the football quarterback she get down, hike, I pass
Send her to the end zone hiking fast
She tucks around with condoms and souvenirs in her hiking bag
She said "Ill you a dog with yo trifling ass"
So ya girlfriend feelin' me, head of the household S
He like that Uncle Phil in me I snap my fingers, do the Carlton
And she come live with the Fresh Prince like Hilary
Wonder where them killers be, riding with me
See the Dezi chrome like a phone cause the barrel so long I gotta flip that bitch up like a Sidekick 3
Got a T-Mobile chat, this what I call it when I walk to you
And put you in my favorite 5
But you don't get charged when I let them shells talk to you
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