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T-Top vs. Qleen Paper
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I said Lil' Rel dog, listen dog 'Cause I got some sh*t I gotta kick to, fam We all seen your side by side ten year picture, fam And one thing you wasn't lyin' about, was your mama bein' a crackhead a** b*t*h I can tell she ain't give a damn That picture, ain't add up to sh*t that you be spittin', fam That b*t*h said everything except for Terrell be pitchin' grams Well me? I'm the type to slide and punch, like I'm with the scams Or grab the deuce-deuce out the boot, yeah, the little blam And that b*t*h takin' a piecе off Top, it's a middleman N***a, you ain't look the same to mе since Suge grabbed your pocket and almost snatched that motherf**ker off Or what about when that sh*t with DNA and Chess broke out? N***a, you was actin' like a b*t*h Or at least that's how you was comin' off But with them big a** t**ties and the way that chest poke out I figured you supposed to be the one to brawl N***a, what I pop and— N***a, what I pop and peel out of my hand, dog, you not gettin' with no prescription Spark eight, code word shark tank N***a, you finna get the business This b*t*h loud, some sh*t you ain't tryin' to hear like an intervention Big chopper, I got to put it on the stand like it's a witness I already f**ked DNA and Shine up and you just signed up with your fellow brothers Big fat, funky, p*ssy Terrell This n***a probably got yellow covers So be mellow, brother, or it's click clack, hello sucker And when I shoot sh*t'll get ugly for him, Lamelo brother All these dope tales and lies about sellin' dope, what the f**k is bro point? The .44 point, and it's internal bleedin' and broke joints MAG turned him to a pu**y-a** n***a, he so moist You beatin' who? Me? It's an automatic lose, it's no point You'll never see Top on top of Paper unless you smoke joints N***a, I get him booked for a show That mean I give him half on the back end and half on the front N***as talk cash if you want, I'll put you with your stash in the trunk Boy, your d**k suckin' a** baby mama out the backseat On some, "B*t*h, get your a** in the front" We ridin' dirty nines Me, you, the mask and a pump And she eatin' the whole sub like I pa**ed her the lunch [?], I keep pullin' like I ain't pa**in' the blunt You 'posed to be the bear? N***a, you look like you and your girl shop for panties, please I don't know what the f**k you thought you had goin' on, Smack I don't know what you thought you was playin' in, Beas' But I ain't scared, sh*t, papa bear told me if he a man he bleed (*Phew*) I say I ain't scared Papa bear told me if he a man he bleed N***a, and I just seen you fall to a rookie You can't stand with Qleen Soon as T-Top overheated his drive gone, and he freeze/antifreeze I knew you was gon' try that dopehead sh*t, n***a You right, I am a fiend What you got some xanies, T? Some percs, a pint? N***a, hand 'em please See n***as always want to bring up drugs and then point the hand at Qleen But n***a, you grabbed the cup when I poured up when me and Rain had the lean See a lot of you n***as problem bein' complacent with yo' spot When I met you, b*t*h, I knew that you was fakin' from the top That's the type of sh*t that I have his roof vacant from a shot I want his check then it's rehearsal, we gon' take it from the top I made it clear to your man's now I'ma make it clear to you It's already been established what Paper here to do I hear a rapper cappin' and fakin', yeah it's you So stop lyin' to these people 'cause they pay to hear the truth Rap good, fat b*t*h Beasley called me, say, “Top, is you takin' Paper?” I hung up, called JG Wentworth N***a, I couldn't wait for paper I told him it's my money and I need it now ‘Cause Smack offering QPs and I need a pound The fans sayin' this a memory card Well I'm just somethin' dat' a/data save the game They gave you a dope shot but this somethin' you got to take in vain This is backwoods vs. swishers N***a, the way we roll up it just ain't the same But they knew I would still smoke Qleen, paper plane All you gotta do is drop your location, I'll take the train And be with extensions in the front like Say My Name It ain't a game— All you gotta do is drop your location, I'll take the train And be with extensions in the front like Say My Name It ain't a game, the Desert so long I got to pray for rain My wife and— It ain't a game, the— It ain't a game— It ain't a game, the Desert so long I got to pray for rain My wife and kids, I'll give your junior dummies like Damon Wayans N***a, this ain't a thing ‘cause I got n***as that really knows/nose Qleen They said the whole time he was in Carolina the n***a couldn't keep his nose clean They said his clothes stink so he stole things Nothin' major, just football jerseys and old jeans Between battle checks he used to hang with the dope fiends He never wore jewelry but, kept him a nose ring Now that I'm— Now that I'm thinkin' about it, that was around the same time you was keepin' deposits A league hit you ‘bout they bread you just keep it and block ‘em We can't blame a crackhead for the things that he plottin' We got to blame the ones that let him keep repeatin' the process So Smack, give him his walkin' papers, I'm dogwalkin' Paper I could get Q.P. chopped and bagged up but, that's only if we talkin' paper If not— If not— If not, I gotta call you later, this is called a favor When you do somethin' you really won't want to do and he tell you that he gon' repay ya We strong as gators N***a, don't get your sh*t, chewed off I'm grabbin' a SIG to cap a n***a sh*t, smooth off He gave his bae the/beta word I'm strapped, that was a cool call ‘Cause I'll forget all about it if I hit Q dogs N***a—, n***a—, n***a— I'm all about the love in hip-hop, I'm sorry My flow is f**kin' A1, b*t*h, Safaree There's no— My flow is f**kin' A1, b*t*h, Safaree There's no time for them old games, Atari You wanted smack ‘til you got Smack, with a baldy I'm on him, you meet me at the top of the bleachers And hear the fans screamin' out, “Top, he's not gonna beat ya” Detroit was a dream team now they stock doesn't reach ya I mean Calicoe jammed, X is an X factor and we ain't seen Miles since we was watchin' Moesha N***a, ayy, y'all know what rhyme with Qleen Paper? (What?) Free baser (What else?)— Y'all know what rhyme with Qleen Paper? (What?) Free baser (What else?) Line his coke with a clean razor (What else?) A dreamchaser (What else?) But still a steal from your teenagers (What else?) A ski major (What else?) I heard he sniffed a line of yay through a cheese grater (What else?) A cheap drinker (What else?) He only sip Coca-Cola, each flavor And he share the rock with his boys, he a team player (What else?) Look, kitchen Qleen— Look, kitchen Qleen— Kitchen Qleen, tell me why the name change, homie? You just now realizin' you and the other Q.P. battles got the same name on it? Was you tryin' to be your guy? No, I got it you was high ‘Cause most drugs make you think you somebody that you not Like how my— Like how— Like how my mom's played mother and father, it didn't work for me Watchin' a woman be a man? Sh*t was hurtin' me Cocaine all in my bottle, started irkin' me First time I blew smoke in a circ— man, she was burpin' me N***a, I'll catch him at a party— I'll catch him at a party, Ciroc and soda He put his drink on top of the speaker, I knocked it over I had the razor up in the buildin' but not the toaster Well I'm still gettin' stained ‘cause if this oxy clean/OxiClean in the spot it's over I told ya, that's what you get for having the biggest mouth Smith'n out, I'm tryin' to go see what the n***a b*t*hin' ‘bout “Smack won't book my battle”, okay, I get it now Radio edit, soon as I hear Qleen version I take the n***a out Concrete, n***a! I said Terrell dog, listen dog ‘Cause I know you just thought you was gettin' off N***a, you been done in this sh*t, too Don't nobody even want to hear this n***a talk Ayy Smack, b*t*h, I don't even want the check, I'll come back at a different cost Cut all them Cave Gang and NWX n***as off except for Terrell Just throw his sh*t in the vault See I know n***as from your camp, bro, I already had the drop Ayy, Smack, you give these little n***as some airplay and a chance to grab a spot And as fast as y'all let ‘em progress that's as fast as they drop This ain't even fair play, look at ‘em, thought he had the plot Rap b*t*h on a f**ked up hair day, now it's gettin' bad for Top N***a, I give a f**k what y'all say about Qleen, boy, eat a d**k Him and Brizz in a relationship, Rawsteen a ho and he the b*t*h Say some sh*t about me chokin' ten years ago and see a clip I bet I won't make a mistake in front of your fat a**, though, you'll probably eat the sh*t Bro, you ain't never had n***as frontin'— Bro, you ain't never had n***as frontin' to a b*t*h like they know you You never moved twenty pints and then had a plug approach you You a ho, you never had a real O.G. to coach you You never shot a dope fiend in his foot ‘cause he owe you You never had a real n***a go and state you on a verse You never stuffed six eighthies in a b*t*h purse You never had dog and fentanyl and found a way to make it work You never held a fiend debit card until he pay you on the first *Pause in the round* Bro, you don't get pu**y ‘cause you don't get money and you need cash for t*** So unless he do get some money, it's no a** for Top You got a bad b*t*h givin' you some pu**y? You lyin' b*st*rd, stop I'll empty cardboard your b*t*h pu**y, that mean I trash the box I'll give it to you, though, you do it for N.C., a real hometown champion You a standup n***a, too, but you can go down standin' Petey Pablo dropped that North Carolina, had his hometown dancin' N***a, this chopper spin Top in the air like his hometown anthem N***a, you can see the Highland park in me but I don't see the park in you Big chopper, stop the whole f**kin' car B*t*h, I'm parkin' you Put a little glow on his chest, I'm Tony Stark'n you Oh, you faded? Well talk crazy ‘cause you too high, Top, and I'm parkin' you And I heard your baby mama Superhead, she exceptional with it Out here suckin' all type of d**k on the camera and you just let her be with it Nope, don't even start reactin' yet ‘cause y'all ain't lettin' me finish If it's a video of my baby mama suckin' d**k, b*t*h, I better be in it *Pause in the round* I made it clear to your man's now I'ma make it clear to you It's already been established what Paper here to do I hear about a rapper cappin' and fakin', yeah it's you So stop lyin' to these people ‘cause they pay to hear the truth Straight to it Yo, my daughter saw me cookin' coke this mornin' (Qleen Paper: She was with me this mornin') (It was the other mornin') (Qleen Paper: Oh) My daughter saw me cookin' coke the other mornin', it wasn't funny She thought I was fixin' her bottle, she wasn't hungry Fishscale all in the water, it wasn't jumpin' I told her go and watch cartoons while I bubble guppies B*t*h, ayy, even my fiends fans of my work, I tell ‘em cop it You want to talk Smack or smack, I fed ‘em options They said you serve snow Boy, I remember how his head was noddin' Then they asked me if I had Qleen Paper I thought the feds was watchin' See, it's the south, b*t*h, we takin' over I'm from where every crib had plates of coca Even if you hate the odor of baking soda You played your role but, I rock a fella/Roc-a-Fella then hit Paper soldiers It's like a foreign— It's like a foreign exchange I give the money, they hand Paper over I heard the n***a out of nowhere talkin' loud Best way to describe it: a talkin' clown I'm cool with his n***as so I ain't have to force him down I gave his man's dap but QP, caught a pound N***a, I heard the oth— I heard the other QP pimpin', f**kin' with hoes And he rap, it's like a real life Hustle & Flow Real sh*t, real sh*t, I'm not surprised that you f**kin' with blow You're from Detroit, it's easy to get stuck in the snow We seen it early— (Turn up) We seen it early (Huh) Every battle you was touchin' your nose Spinnin' around in circles lookin' like a junkie with dope (Come on) Then you went to the Cartel ‘cause they pumped you with coke He only come back to SMACK when there's nothin' to smoke N***a, they loved you befo'— They loved you befo', but now you thinkin' everybody still f**k with you Well sooner or later that drug addiction catchin' up to you Then you dead, you know how your kids be lookin' up to you Well now when they talk to daddy they lookin' up to you Wa**up with you? You want to be here for your juniors, right? Well just keep this sh*t in mind, bro ‘Cause when Black Ice book you for battles you take the money and find dope They want your career dead like theirs, read the signs, yo Yeah, you keep takin' money from the Cartel, you won't be another John Doe N***a, you know— You know what I don't like about you, dog? On the real, it's pl— On the real, it's plenty thangs But we gon' take away him being on drugs Not showin' up for the battles and just settle things See this Desey? It'll give him a brand new start when I let it ring Y'all seen how I gave Qleen a clean slate That's ‘cause I'm wipin' out everything N***a, you ever been locked up in a state where you don't know nobody? Commissary stay swole so you don't owe nobody I bet you would walk the yard and look dolo probably (Talk) Paper work f**ked up so he don't show nobody (Talk) I got a— I got a fo'-fo', shotty This a solo, robbery I'm layin' Paper face down like a photo, copy *Pause in the round* I got a fo'-fo', shotty This a solo, robbery I'm layin' Paper face down like a photo, copy I heard he got cut loose when the po-po got him Now I'm lookin' for a rat with four shells like a [?] My old— Nah, my old— My old head said they never used to roll with poses I live by that Creed 2, sh*t, I deserve a Rollin' Rocky You was a star, bro You was a— You was a star, bro You was a star, bro, but now you just a walkin' zombie Lookin' worse than Whitney when she was on the road with Bobby (Come on) I came with three rounds of crack when I wrote this, papi ‘Cause we all know cocaine controls a body (Come on) Speaking of coke— Speaking of coke, I remember when my uncle wouldn't sell me nothin' Now he the first one in line for me to sell him somethin' Cops used to ask us questions but I ain't tellin' nothin' Fat n***a, kept an eight ball in my belly b***on (Let's go) *Pause in the round* N***a, n***a, bro Ayy, cops used to ask us questions but I ain't tellin' nothin' Fat n***a, kept an eight ball in my belly b***on I could tell he frontin', you wasn't hidin' in the traps If you was you was in there trying to fire up a sack I'll put money on your fam' just for lyin' in your raps Now you got to check on the kids like, “Ayy, it's too quiet in the back” See—, see—, see— You that push a shopping cart through the town type of fiend (Uh-huh) Wipe your a** but, leave a little brown kinda clean (Eww) Smokin' all day in one of them foreclosure homes Door f**ked up, you can't even close your home Ya b*t*h look like a n***a when her clothes is on They said he can't casket shut well I'ma close it for him Concrete I say, you know what I'm ‘bout to say, right? F**k it, so your baby mama got caught suckin' d**k twice on camera? They exposed her twice? And this the b*t*h you chose to wife? N***a, I know you trife Look at him ready to explain “It was just one time, king That wasn't the case, y'all” N***a, we all seen the posts That b*t*h was usin' all slob and straight jaw But this just some real sh*t, bro ‘Cause you been my bro since I met you, b*t*h Nah, real sh*t You been my bro since I met you, b*t*h And we all seen the posts I know that sh*t left you sick, ‘cause I was lookin' at it like “Damn, that b*t*h performin' some special tricks” Turn around, find out he finna have a baby with her on some special sh*t You rat ho, you trapped bro, and he let you, b*t*h And you better not put your d**k-suckin' a** lips on my niece or nephew, b*t*h See, I was gon' ask Brizz some sh*t about him ‘cause you know you from the Pampers But I said nah ‘cause let me ask him some sh*t then he look like he don't know the answer And we don't need you gettin' tough in here just ‘cause you know you on the camera ‘Cause I got a ratchet b*t*h like your baby mama here to blow you on the camera And, n***a, you the type that'll coattail too When you was on BET, that n***a Miltown Bloe fed you John John gave you clothes Sh*t, Bloe nearly paid for your hotel, too You was his artist runnin' around doing everything Bloe tell dude N***a, you ain't sell blow, b*t*h, I watched the blow sell you And you about to get married to Superhead, n***a She already told me, she set the wedding herself I'm like, “Damn, sis, that n***a said yes?” She said, “Nah”, she just said it herself And picked the wedding date and everything, she just set it herself Then turn around and start suckin' d**k on camera, gettin' ahead of herself, n***a (*Brrdt*) That's the dispatcher (*Kshh-kshh*) Somebody call help, there's been a kidnappin' My white boy'll twist your sh*t up for all that riff raffin' N***a, it ain't a time where Qleen gon' quit snappin' T-Top, you's a b*t*h, you should quit actin' F**k it, n***a, go Damn URL, this my closin' verse, like f**k a casket Throw this b*st*rd in the back and just close the hearse See I ain't come here to make the crowd go berzerk (What you doin'?) I came here just to show y'all work, now let me put it in See I can never turn my back on my n***as, my hood need me They say loyalty is hard, sh*t, I just make it look easy They say, “Top started the strike and then battled on the card, that crook crazy” Well I made sure Brizz, Suge and Twork was booked before I took Geechi Loyalty, n***a— Loyalty, n***a, that's the word of this round Heard you and QP beefin', that's the word in the town I watched y'all build a bridge between street n***as and nerds that's around And y'all went from smokin' on that bridge together, just to start burnin' it down Fightin' over battle money Puttin' all y'all business in the streets Me and Brizz done bust down battle money and did business in the streets (Facts) Went to two different squads while there was tension in the streets And you don't never hear his f**kin' name mentioned when it's beef Loyalty, n***a, like how you throwin' up Landslide now? Like how he throwin' up Landslide now (Qleen Paper: I been landslide, n***a) You got to tell us what's that reason (Qleen Paper: I been landslide) I know Calicoe your man's but you been doin' a lot of sack eatin' ‘Cause that ain't even his squad, that was started by the n***a [?] eaten And you see how Calicoe put Mozzy in the light but, won't make sure the n***a cash eatin' Since we fact speakin', you had the first PG to ever drop, but don't f**kin' brag ‘Cause we don't remember you for that, and that's f**kin' sad B-Magic bust your a**, John John up and pa**ed You was nice but still the worst n***a in yo' f**kin' cla** With so much potential, my n***a, we seen it Now when they talk about homie it's, “He's decent” You was on every card, each season But now it's only once a year that they spring cleanin' What I mean is— What I mean is— What I— What I mean is— What I mean is, we all heard about your playday freak They say Quantum was writin' for Qleen like a AA speech B*t*h, I'll punch you in your mouth then let the AK reach He was broke before the bucks like a payday week I had to— I had to hit a couple licks when I want to make cheese Sneakin' with the SIG like an underage teen Last— Last year I bought a chop', the kick on that thing mean Boy, this Draco had the biggest, comeback of 2018 How yo' name Kitchen when y— B*t*h, how yo' name Kitchen when your other name Qleen? Your sister suck d**k and your mother can't read Fat boy been a trapper, f**k do they mean? Doe, powder and syrup, funnel cake dreams And he a vice lord, too, oh y'all ain't listenin' They ain't supposed to do no drugs so you're a hypocrite But, sh*t if you need it I got it ‘cause I don't give a sh*t I'll cook and serve a baby to the lord like a christenin' N***a, ‘cause you said, and I quote “I'm too fresh to be a crackhead, n***a, I'm a dope fiend” Well I don't see the f**kin' charm ‘Cause that just mean you'll grab a Louis belt, and tie that sh*t around your f**kin' arm The f**k you doin'— The f**k you doin'? Either way you got a habit, Q I know you on that juice/Juice, just stop it with all the actin', Q Or it's alphabetical order, that mean we are/R comin' after Q I'll take a— I'll take an eighth of his head, I really wanted half of Q N***a, speakin' of half of Q, I was in too deep/In Too Deep when I was f**kin' with pies On God, them J Reed's come in your brother disguise I understand why Donald Trump stopped them government ties Sh*t, I had to shut my operation down a couple of times (Heh, heh) Ayy, n***as told me that I had QP, and I was hardly scurred I do anything to get clean paper/Qleen Paper, I'm Marty Byrd On the stage— On the stage— On the stage, I do anything to get clean paper/Qleen Paper, I'm Marty Byrd On the stage, he gon' make you believe that his cartridge burst But off set/Offset, the n***a more pu**y than a Cardi verse (What else?) My guns hard to work, yours hardly work (What else?) Chopper on me, this ain't how a Harley work I'ma ride wit' my clips/Clips ‘til the end, like it's Charlie hearse He gon' die from the can, sir, like he Charlie Murph' N***a, I been scarred since birth, talk sh*t, I'm dumpin' at his men He a beast on stage but you a punk at the event QP said, “F**k you”, you gets nothin' after this Just tell ‘em the Bear killed you (Hunting accident)
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