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Dre Dennis vs. QP
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We flipped off cam' We flipped off cam' Dre won the toss - I'mma go first Did you win the toss? f**k it I used to pre-package drugs when I lived at home with Moms to retail it in the market Jesus, all my future proceeds sinnin'...used to tell me in the profit (prophet) And I used to worry about OG intrudin' in my room when...any second, she could walk in And discover my big secret So to keep it, I had to scale it in (skeleton) the closet n***a, on the set, it's gettin' nauseous For a glimpse of fame, it's a shame Funny what a...who you could get in your crosshairs wit' just a little aim Pull your Trump card Pardon me? If I get detained The mag'll (MAGA) cap a rapper, he facin' 10: now he Lil Wayne! n***a, the pistol bang! I pop n***as in real life n***a, shootin' is nothin' I'm huge into sufferin' I mean, what else is the gun for? Blunt force trauma, I use it to bludgeon Pistol-whip you, and it drew a beautiful cut in Adorable...ain't nothin' as cute as a button! n***a, I only view you as a muffin! Cookie-cutter style: real good...in the oven Couldn't wait to announce this battle outside the shadow so I could kill you in public And how high I set the bar? Over the hill - you should love it With the legs of Wilt and a pair of stilts...n***a, ya still couldn't touch it! I look at Dre out in public like..."Picture of total health" Wit' ya sober self The n***a see weed (seaweed) and turn it down for some ocean kelp What's that 'bout? His TitleMax? Then I will ask, "How's this supposed to help?" I won't mention his weight, 'cause anything that hang over is just below the belt And what's on the shelf? Healthy sh*t Disrespectin' food Yes, it's you Eatin' ain't allowed (a Loud) from a pal, but he rep the crew (*QP stumbles slightly and repeats the line to get his focus back*) Buffet filled wit' punches, but see, punches, how I set the mood Weapon drew, and once this b*t*h pull out, he say (Pilates) I'm stretchin' rules! I'm guessin' you...husky-ass childhood Couldn't have been a normal one Boy, you done When he was a fetus, he used to drink his actual baby weight in formula When his parents smashed to f**k and had him young, he was big: deliverin' borin' stuff! At a sink wit' stickers, it was somethin' I had to inform you of! n***a...it's normal to survive a series (Survivor Series) But it's kinda eerie wit' them controllin' your fate 100-pound lighter frame Besides your name not holdin' its weight I mean, b*t*h started a League of His Own where he literally went and loaded the base Where it's "Dre Dennis presents Dre Dennis when he...Opens the Gates" n***a, you gettin' smoked at this rate! If I charge ya to take an L, great for 'ville He get a QP at state in the V-A - wait (weight), it's a payment scale Seaworld.com, Shamu URL gon' pay me...well (whale) Take a hike, I raise the price, and you finna pay per (paper) trail You got somethin' on your shoulder If I were to say to yell, I'm on the ground wit' this sh*t It ain't no reference to Dan Big bird, on the ground runnin' "There he is!" Weapon in hand Offshore, on the beach, where he is catchin' a tan I stretch (Ostrich) this fruit Bury (Berry) his head in the SAND! n***a, that's crazy! That's stupid - ostrich, fruit, bury - whatever That's stupid n***a, you got the legs to withstand to even make it through the day? Gun talk behind your back Naw, I'd rather let it say it to ya face OK, Boom - if you snitch, you won't make it through the case You talk to police after 12? (*chk-chk*) You gon' take it to the GRAVE! Yard, n***a In that instance, I guess time's forever Crisis, setup That's why I mold my squares to be in line for cheddar It's a few dear you might hear, like when you write a letter Yeah, yeah, yeah - like when you write a letter Yeah, yeah...time - whatever Prep, stay back Yo... Smack called me... Nah, I sent Billz a text, n***a Get it out the way early I said I'd kill whoever you give me He thought I was delusional in the head, n***a You think I'm high? How High? Like Meth and Red, n***a? Well, I got QP for the test, and I'm smokin' the dead n***a Yeah, n***a... I ain't come all the way out here for y'all to be mad quiet Shiiit, y'all don't f**k wit' these bars? Y'all better act like it! Don't say a turn This a God talkin' - save your (Savior) words I move the room like I'm redecoratin' That's when the tables turn You say you'll kill the n***a that run the Gates? I ain't concerned Last time we saw a league owner die was David Stern! Shirt on my burner! Wrapped in a...wifebeater: Ike Turner The knife hurt ya! That's What It's Made For just like Ursher! I could chill and be the businessman Dre, or I might murk ya This sh*t can go either way: vice-versa First, just...watch what you do Get shot for the truth Old DE for lyin' (Lion): Ndamukong Suh The chopper - doot-doot! He flyin' high in the sky when it shoot Let the metal pick up QP like alphabet soup! You flopped wit' your crew, the S.O.N.S., 'cause envy is what started to hurt ya Conceited made it on Wild n' Out (OK) You saw all the commercials (Yeah) Then you lied and said you wrote the bars in his journal (I did) Hatin' on Con' verses (Converses) 'cause he was the only star in your circle! I'm losin' weight right now I'm losin' weight right now The S.O.N.S. was livin' out your dream I mean, Con' made it to SMACK He was the best from out your team Then they called up Brixx - you know, he had a lot of schemes They even called up Heartless, the bars he had was kinda mean You Charles Barkley: the only S.O.N (Sun) that never got a ring! So you went and swapped your team, and you birthed Innuendo Yeah, I heard that you did, ho Left that squad, turned your back on your brothers You the worst f**kin' friend, yo How you swerve on your kinfolk!? Just like Martin in Life, saw ya DESERT Innuendo! (dessert in ya window) You wasn't meant to be a- (*The crowd finally catches the bar and reacts in amazement to it*) That's easy as pie! Shut up! I said it's easy as pie - go Simple math - go Saw ya desert Innuendo (dessert in ya window) You wasn't meant to be a boss You a disloyal b*t*h...wit' more enemies than dogs Peep the science If you wasn't on crack, all that sh*t could be resolved But the drugs f**ked up Physics, so the chemistry was off! I know, dawg, it hurts But like Emmett Till, goin' to that white girl'll make it all get worse URL don't wanna book fiends, so when you called, you heard: "b*t*h, you wanna get on SMACK? Gotta get off it first!" It's gon' get worse You do anything just to get paper (Copy that) His BackPage said, "If you're a male, it's extra." sh*t, you even puttin' in labor? Suckin' d**k for coke!? Faggot ass givin' men favors!? Thought we wouldn't know, Physics: Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?!?
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