Correction Lyrics Don Marino vs. Eazy The Block Captain by URLtv

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Eazy gonna talk to Don...how he murk sh*t
On the Philly corners wit' a firm grip
b*t*h, please, your only appeal (pill) is a Perc' flip
You're known for one angle, and this who I should be concerned with?
I know exactly where Eazy goin'
That's why you wasn't too hard to work with
I spar with the guys that you worship - DNA, Shine
My brothers lethal
Gave me some pointers to get to another sequel
Soon as the X (ex) got the call Block, I was ready to see other people
Mira, amigo
You're losing your spot
Andy goin' to college: you gettin' put in a box
Grand Theft Auto: the first levеl is easy (Eazy)
I just gotta cruise through the Block!
But lеt's stop 'cause y'all fired my mans
Clean cut: Neosporin
I felt 'So Sick' like one of Ne-Yo's chorus'
Y'all didn't think I was a street star (Streetstar), just somethin' Chino ordered
Then y'all bashed my Latin brother 'cause he supported
Norbes took a shot wit' DM, and it wasn't the first time he got beat up for it
Madness!
'Cause you stood in front of that big lens
Did a blog and laughed wit' a big grin
See, Twork beat up Norbes for slidin' in the DMs
You didn't do sh*t to Twork when he slid into your BM!
Y'all seen him, found out he was smashin' shorty
Thought you and Hurricane had chemistry: laboratory
She told you everything 'bout when she had the glory to the saddest story
But left out one thing that was mandatory...
I guess Hurricane didn't wanna get into that category!
I'm askin' for me: why you didn't let the Ruger blast?
Oh, you from Philly, prob'ly left it in the car wit' his stupid ass
I woulda had two arms wavin' from the Trunk: Fusion Dance
And leave blood all over Twork: Superbad
It's f**kin' sad!
'Cause now you can't look at that Motel 6 the same
And when she wear those fishnet pantyhose, back of your mind you know she wore that for What's-His-Name
Yeah, you a lame!
She didn't keep it all the way real
This should get you amped
She gave you 50 while you gave 100: food stamps
When Twork told you, you didn't know what to say or do, champ!
The words left right out of Captain's mouth: boot camp!
See, you can't talk to me when you couldn't confront your chick
He's gonna say I'm a nice guy and I don't bust the clip
I'm lame, corny on some sucka sh*t
See, in battle rap, I'm not believable
Y'all can suck a d**k
'Cause in real life, I'm respected
That's why another battle rapper can't f**k my b*t*h
Don Marino

Let's get straight to these payments, n***a
Let's keep it a bean - this n***a ass
Y'all actually was plottin' against me?
I mean, we respect the fact that he NWX, but besides that, this n***a's sh*tty
n***a, I be talkin'
You know that
Red dot on the Glock, it's so awesome
I used to be Shy around my Glizzy!
If I gotta ride around my city to look for Don, and if I find Don, he gon' be fightin' For Life
And that won't be produced by 50!
n***a, this the plate I needed, homes!
Look at me...the Reaper home
Eyes bigger than they hustle
I done seen n***as die just (digest) for eatin' raw
n***a, I'm beyond crazy
A headshot'll leave yo' b*t*h wit' the sour face - now she a crybaby
And if my two eyes on Marino b*t*h, word to Debo, I'mma hit Don lady (Ladyii)
n***a, I was just b*t*hin'
I'mma be honest
I said I wasn't f**kin' with P, then P called, I said, "Good timing."
'Cause only a Philly n***a wit' Creed could show him what a don is (Adonis)
You can't tell me nothin' 'bout this game or these b*t*hes, n***a, I promise
Then you comment, f**kin' your own reputation up: you Don Imus
Y'all see him and still believe him?
I ain't gon' post about it, but allow me to talk reckless to DM
n***a, flashback
Talkin' 'bout Du, that sh*t almost took me out my mind
New scope, brand-new lens - I'll hit A Boogie outta Don!
n***a, this conviction! I know my limits!
Playground days, we woulda threw your ball and make you go and get it
And when you brought that sh*t back...n***a, we'll throw that sh*t again, n***a!
Ain't nobody ran wit' Don!
You done f**ked up the plate
They done washed their hands wit' Don (Dawn)
I got the green light to touch a Don
Got me purgin', turnin' all your people to dust 'til dawn!
n***a, Marino feelin' froggy tryna question my leap?
Somebody tell Don I offer heaters
Think Prince Vegeta: I'm the best at my peak
Fully auto, the weapons repeat
I'll knock your chest out the street
They'll find Don (fine dine) all over the city like it's Restaurant Week
n***a, I will bury him
My wall up, I don't trust a Mexican
All I know is drug dealin' sports in the coupe: I'm All-American!
n***a, you ever got nervous!?
You don't think that I'm tired of the trap?
Well, my life a Mongoose with pegs on it
You know how many n***as I got ridin' on my back?
n***a, we only get one shot!
When they shut my city down, I just doubled my re-up
Started f**kin' wit' the 'Gram like Young Chop
n***a, it's Gutta

f**k you talkin' about?

Let me guess, you got a Spanish connect named Juan, Carlos, Romero?
Which one of them taught you the game servin'?
It's a trick question, 'cause it's the same person
Man, f**k your drug stories, or how you'll let the toolie bust
My 'migos traffickin', cocaine in the latex fully stuffed
Homes move with the balloon like the movie Up
I don't give a f**k!
Y'all gas this? The disrespect
We used to Bring It On
White girls, y'all wasn't flipping yet
So let 'em cheer, Captain!
I know the routine
I'm just showin' you I haven't missed a step!
But yet, they love your street stories
(*chef's kiss*) Flawless
They say, "Don, you can't teach that type of pain."
You right, but I know how to cause it!
Big blade, through the middle, man (middleman): it's a biased cut
Knife get stuck, work my way to the top: the higher-ups
Chopper tucked - doot-doot-doot-doot!
Sound like the tire bust
My 'migos strapped in a Honda...all nine of us

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