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Big T vs. Ace Amin
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Big Terrance! Mr. Chilakaboo, but in Caffeine I heard it’s a echo so call me Mr. Pik-pak-ping From the things I seen, it’s wars full of casualties The clip full of capacity, yah’mean? You know, capacity, Amin Or I’m talkin’ ‘bout could pa** Idi Amin You know, rocket launchers and sh*t “Boo-blakas” and sh*t This my style, I started the sh*t The capacity Yao Ming So chill out ‘Fore I knock this Freeway-lookin’ Shaquille O’Neal out And n***a it’ll be a hole in his b*t*h Now it’ll be a hole in this b*t*h Now he in a hole in a ditch Chillin’ like Buffalo Bill house Oouu, f**k yo’ fat-a** baby mama Take me to where yo’ real house where you used to live now Nah, that’s a b*t*h that I could least’ll (Lisa) crush forever like Milhousе They tell me to chill out Why? You wanna bе hard over everything? Beg your pardon, like your Twitter account: pow, we gon’ put paws (pause) over everything Man, he used to it He talkin’ about he like his bars over everything ‘Cause you inst**utionalized, of course you prefer bars over everything “Big T, you didn’t mean that” But for Amin, I mean that Yo’ mean a** N***a I will Idi Amin Amin a** Clean pa** I’ll make your team pa**: Steve Nash Knock your lock out: your League Pa** I’ll turn this whole Caffeine staff to green gra** Your whole league pa** Like your bald head, you will never get your waves back Bald head hit you, [low down dirty shame mat?] N***a bald head hit you, where Keenan Ivory Wayans at? Bald head hit you, clown a** n***a, homie don’t play that N***a gon’ head, let’s get homie on the playback If I ride through yo’ block, and I don’t see nothin’ but white teeth I mean (Amin) mug a n***a, we gon fill him for somethin’ hot, T (tea) Oh you caught me, it’s gon’ be easy *Badidaboom badidabing* I put the switch on T 40, now it’s E-40: it *yadidididaaaming* Ya knidididow what I mean? N***a you was the typa n***a when you was in jail, beefin’ over wit’ Ja Rule and 50 And the n***a didn’t even know Ja Rule or 50 Gon’ head, I wish this DMX a** n***a try to pull it wit’ me Gon’ bark up the wrong tree, I got the Boomer wit’ me Chilakaboo is wit’ me All I’m sayin’: it’ll leave ya dead 2Pac, Machiavellli, Akinyele You’ll get took out by a b*t*h, and it’s not R. Kelly You’ll get took out by a b*t*h, out the Fonzarelli Ayyyyys, you’ll get took out by a b*t*h, like Ox in Belly Pop, and a n***a playin’ Ace today is not Jim Carrey Pop the Desi Akinyele- look N***a you think yo’ pen’s oil? Y’all ain’t slick to a can of Pennzoil Look, T put in work wit’ Twork I black wit’ Jakk: that’s 2-1 What Drugz n***a I just wanna steal on you N***a I’on like the light skin on you I can’t stand the beard on you So do I go at all Lu tenants (lieutenants) ‘til they spoils Nah it’s a wrap for that: I get all Lu man and ‘em (aluminum) ‘til they foiled N***a I’m ‘bout to big boy you Since you was in a foil You like popcorn; y’all blew up in the bubble, bubble baby You would’ve blew up in the bubble, bubble baby N***a if that was me, I would’ve popped up in the bubble like little kids playin’ in trouble Gon’ head go up wit’ Lu if you want to You gon’ be in harm’s way for Cas’ like the lunch rubble Anchorman doin’ the lunch scuffle N***a f**k you Quiet! Y’all ready to rap? I been rappin’ Y’all hear me? Y’all hear me? I been rappin’ I said y’all can’t decide for me This supposed to be the “World’s Most Respected”, that’s why we ask for nice emcees You lost all that weight then gained it back Don’t act funny ‘cause you lost your lil’ fake flat tummy They booked this on Banned ‘cause Smack just like them IG models: they know they ain’t got no business still advertisin’ T (tea) Weapon X, bad guy: ‘ssumin I’ma heal It’s nothin’ to me You lookin’ for somethin’ to eat while I’m movin’ on a meal Machine on your back or I cut you a new flap: you want the scuba or the gills? They say I don’t move at all wit’ skill, and the bump is my only highlight That’s cool, ‘cause you took the bait… Yeah, {shoulder bump} and now I got Tuna on the reel I’m movin’ on to steel Then I’m movin’ on to- then I’m movin’ on to steel Then I- Shut the f**k up Then I move- Good work Then I- then I’m movin’ on to steel I said then I’m movin’ on to steel Ugh Let me get that water I’m good I said then I’m movin’ on to steel Grab the Desert, you ‘bout to die from your thirst Get locked in a hearse He thought this was a shortcut upstairs, and Heaven’s door, he knocked on it first Let who in? Unemployment boomin’: this sh*t not gonna work You shoulda took the route to the stairs You thought you wanted to Elevate so bad, the n***a f**ked around and got a Dot on his shirt That’s not dye on your shirt I fell in love wit’ those tools I’m talkin’ had ‘em everywhere, even lunch and homeroom Not just in the house, and not just in those rooms I adjusted those rooms Even when I was on the road, I took it to my brother’s dorm room You think I’m slippin’? I took my style from him, so you could come along through You actin’ like you ‘bout to sneak in where, T (and wear tee)? Like I don’t keep steel in (stealin’) my brother clothes too Don’t leave your mother so soon N***as tried to pack you, line and tag you You almost died, looked up and said, “God is that you?” They tried to straight up kill ya Baseball fielder: n***as wanna slide and tag you And you didn’t think to keep at least one handgun? I know you didn’t watch AND1 ‘Cause you be eatin’ all that f**kin’ Hot Sauce, but didn’t know that Big T (tee) was ’pposed to hide the handle You survived, I’m glad bro My bad I got y’all, my bad You didn’t know you was supposed to hide the handle You survived, I’m glad But you not surprised wit’ it though ‘Cause tunas live in the ocean, so we should know this typa fish could survive an a**ault (in a salt) You gon’ die in the vault So take this walk wit’ me To a place where they give you a gun before they offer peace (piece) You gotta stay in front of your building ‘cause the next building over, they call police Down the block, them White boys got that water you know, Dawson’s Creek Far from streets For that weed, the pills, the suboxone, yeah I’m the one that you gotta talk to- you gotta talk to me Yeah, I said that White girl, it’ll free a n***a like Kim K, and that yay’ (Ye) be movin’ right across the street Lost his fee The loss is free I gotchu, my bad I said the loss is free For them drugs we weigh out, it’s for a way out ‘cause we wanted one I can’t take it back, I gotta take it back to one who ever wanted one After this, they gon’ say I wanted one I wanted one of them posters that describe what happened on it, but what happened was they described my poster on a wanted one I’m one of one Me and the plug got that old system, adapt to that If you first [?], where your backup at? When the last time Smack gave your backup pack Stats is stats Kills, when the last time you stacked a pack? Tuna, ya old sh*t Go Fish, you ain’t matchin’ that Imagine that Facebook jail: go get ya status back You ain’t sent no one to the coroner in a long time We startin’ to think you fake T (tee), you know why n***as laugh at that? ‘Cause everybody know the best quality tees, they used to come wit’ tags attached Back to back You went from battlin’ Surf to battlin’ on Surf league, gettin’ whipped for the belt Hitman, dipped for the wealth Conceited, left for the wealth Before COVID, your whole cla** they distanced themself You couldn’t swim wit’ the school, and they opened the door so (dorsal) now, Tuna gotta fend (fin) for himself You beggin’ for help Chasin’ an Eazy battle, man that sh*t has to stop You ain’t never ran through spots wit’ snakes until the rattle stops They wanna hear that gangsta sh*t, you know, you usin’ a knife, a gun, a hammer, a rag ‘n a rock (Ragnarok) You ever- you know how to manage pots? Huh? And then still make the time [?] when you can afford a brand new watch You went from level hundred to like a fifty, that’s why they don’t grant you spots You want a Captain shot? But you ain’t learn how to talk different, that’s why it’s been so Eazy for them to keep that battle Block(ed) Ask for what Lu Castro just packed him up I’m a cold writer, your body a cold [?], they ‘bout to hack it up Arm over here, he sad as f**k Leg over there, he ran for what I hit him wit’ one, even got rid of the n***a gums like Captain Crunch Plus his mind is (minus) over here, it ain’t addin’ up The cops, they had enough Nose, toes, ears, they tagged it up No Diggity, bag it up They so frustrated they said, “F**k it. We goin’ on a break” Yeah, we did him so greasy, they came back for Big T fingers after lunch At your front I do this sh*t My bad, I gotchu I gotchu I gotchu, my bad We at your front {Time is called} Ayo three days man Three days
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