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Said Jerzusalem Park vs. Murdaland, n***a welcome to y'all last days And when I tell y'all the Murda rate high, it ain't what Smack paid I mean, we seen you throw a punch, but just tell 'em what happened backstage f**k that, ain't none of that sh*t happenin' today cause they ain't that brave I don't give a f**k what you did in the Bat Cave I don't give a f**k what you did with Pat Stay I don't give a f**k about no Mossi, I don't give a f**k about no Blackface If you fall any way, it better be that way MAC spray Nah, nah, nah, they too predictable I already see they tactic Well this a P.A. clappin' He gon' lay down and act dead n***a he ain't actin' He's layin' stiff Whatchu gonna do wit' Mook? I'ma split his sh*t You know they say he thе GOAT, Top 5 I don't even think that sh*t exists Infrarеd when the pistol lifts I'll put a beam on Mt. Rushmore, like Richie Rich Oh b*t*h it's lit, I'm clappin' him with a ratchet Turn Joe Budden couch To grandma couch, I'm wrappin' 'em up in plastic You know his pops was B.M.F., right? n***a, his daddy was just a faggot He was cryin' when Lux brought a casket to the battle I'll show up to his funeral and battle him in his casket Like, "Ah ha! You dead, can't even hold ya top." sh*t I'ma p*ss on his dreads in an open box That's for tryin' to pallbear on poor Bear, now you gotta walk into Goldie Locks Loaded Glock, nah they packed a MAC in the back of the Ac' That sh*t over Top, I used the MAC for backup (back up) like a loadin' dock They both get popped, I'm clappin' it up in here Put Cal' up in the air like it comfortable up in there Mook? I'd cut him from here, he'd get a drum from the Bear Whatchu gonna do wit' Calicoe? It's still up in the air! I mean a whole lotta, chrome poppin' You say you put your city on your back, well I don't know 'bout ya You the same n***a gettin' robbed for ya jacket and almost gettin' ya dome shot up We can't call that carryin' Harlem Globetrotter, chrome fire Y'all trippin' even comin' here, y'all both dyin' Y'all was trippin' even gettin' in the plane, like Joe Biden Chrome firin' Nah, nah, nah, the Larkin bangin' This Fordham prep n***a can't even talk this gangsta You can't clown him cause he went to school bro Nah, you right I ain't dissin' you cause you a scholar Ancrum I'm just sayin', was it the college sh*t or the hollow tips cause he often changin' Nah you right, cause you can't do both, there's no fraud and fakin' Facts When I was in class, we was always bangin' Cafeteria? My ops was right across the table When I was in school I could only think about my tool, we was all in danger Even the pencil sharpener look like a revolver chamber I got my first crib when I was 16, I was slingin' back then n***a tried to rob the crib one time, I had Nina's clappin' True story, he walked up the stairs like a sneaky b*st*rd But he went down the stairs in a Slinky fashion n***a, I can peep they tactics Cause you be gettin' cribs in ya b*t*h's name Dawg we can't even speak the same At 16 I was trappin' on my own and used to keep the 'caine Started swippin', prayin' to God that them visas came Dawg I could probably get you a house In Jesus name Heater bang Nah Twork you gotta grab the .40 Ratchet on me, clappin' shorty Boom, boom, two up in Hightower, it's gonna be a tragic story Magnum on me He in the hospital bed havin' mad convulsions The chances of livin' for your man, dark; Dexter's Labratory Bro, bro, bro you cannot talk to these n***as like that bro Compared to them you a small fry I mean, this is Murda Mook, "The Greatest Of All Time" You right, so when I kill him, we get a poster in his image, I'ma set it all high In a big ass frame for Murda (murder); Central Park 5 They all lies You still livin' off yo' daddy name and the game that he passin' down But he don't even look out for B.M.F. n***as that's still shackled down I send out Cash App's every week, you better ask around Green dots next to they name, I'm active now Yo' dad's a clown He left y'all alone, he couldn't even child support ya He wasn't around that often Let you tell it, yo' daddy started B.M.F. and that sh*t sound retarded How he go from bein' a "lost n***a" to a founding father? Surround the coffin And you next to drop Heckler pop He at the faceoff tellin' me, "I mean you nice, but you need to say somethin' extra hot." Any of your advice die witchu, your casket gonna be a suggestion box But you know when I get in that hut, hut, it gets super lit Uh oh, I'm [?], I'll one/two this sh*t Come and jump over Twork- I can't do this sh*t Summer Impact What's up? Mook, let that sh*t would've been me and you would've did that What would happen? Well we wouldn't be up here makin' no f**kin' diss rap I'm talkin' static like a dispatch I would've hit Smack like, "Book the battle" And my favorite uncle Trick Trick voice, "I promise it won't be no mishaps" I would've played that sh*t cool all the way to the part we got to this at They would've flipped the coin, and asked him what he got What happened? He would've got yo' sh*t cracked Oh my- look at all the kids clap T-Top and Brizz back Wait, where the f**k is Brizz at? So you mean to tell me you hit that n***a so hard he stopped doin' business with Smack? Hold on, so I done put out WWWF and told these n***as to do diss tracks and this n***a done did track Wait a minute, relay this message to ya anchor Since he think n***as blind Like we ain't watch him with our own eyes drop the baton n***a talk about he ain't run Well we gon' bring out the footage and hit rewind We gon' run through the tape right after he finish line (lyin') n***a, Twork, you would get ya Top blew off And if you this comfortable in front of yo' ops, you lost Facts I got the drop and rag Top, you soft Right You a Gucci belt on Canal Street What that mean? That's easy to knock you off n***a this sh*t I lift (Lyft), you'll be pass injured (passenger) It'll pick you up then drop you off f**k an Uber driver, when I'm through with y'all, only n***as who'll find ya is a scuba diver Suit and tied up You've been f**kin' up on the job, what you here to supervise him? Like n***a, we knew the problem Y'all are pups, we knew the (neuter) problems Soon as dawg (dog) do all that barkin' We gon' euthanize him This the n***a you bring to drama? You bet not get in a shoot out with him and question if you don't see him fire Cause this gon' be parallel to the same sh*t that happen when you see him rhymin' What? n***a talkin' 'bout why he blow a round n***a stupid because he forgot 'em n***a where ya man at? The mere fact that you up here standin' with another man That show us where you stand at Talkin' 'bout, "Brizz ain't battle Mook cause his cousin died" My n***a Mook mother died and still showed up prepared and y'all put her in the rap So [?], ain't nobody tryin' to deal with- everybody gotta deal with death We ain't hearin' that n***a, first of all, what n***as even talk about the dead? You saw how I dealt with death What you do? I started talkin' with my hands My young n***a off a Zan' He done went in the crib and killed everybody, forgot the whole plan I be tellin' Beasley, "No" with a straight face, I got my own band This sh*t don't stop for no man I went in the booth and bodied Surf like a rock and roll fan They come with Twork 'til I slide and show 'em how the pole dance Free Gee Weeter, I'ma stop on Rosecrance Hold on, you got this sh*t It's funny how- It's funny how Brizz looked at Twork Nah, nah, nah, nah I got this sh*t Yeah okay good cause they- that what he gon' do It's crazy how Brizz looked at him to take charge and he just flopped his sh*t So I was lookin' at Brizz like...hold on, hold on, hold on You took your buffs off Yeah I did I knew this sh*t was gonna happen to you You took his buffs off and rocked his sh*t The funny part about it is Top is the only n***a that did not get hit n***a you in quicksand Beasley talkin' 'bout you "battle rap juggernaut" n***a no you not n***a you ain't even the sixth man since Brizz ran All of a sudden you shovin' in this man? Come to find out this sh*t wasn't you or his plan Y'all fake friends Y'all hired to be fake real n***as, y'all nothin' like Hitman But you know what's fake real? But you know what's fake real n***a? What's that? This Haymaker chain That's a fact, this sh*t look like he went to the same spot as Roc and told them n***as, "Hey, make a chain." I can't wait to make a stain Whatchu did? Do 'em dirty Let it blow 'til it ain't no mo' left in the 30 Y'all be stretchin' syllables but these rounds won't be wordy All he gon' hear is Bllllt boom boom boom! Jersey! Easy n***a I say, the first time I heard Calicoe got locked up, I said, "This dude is a shooter." Then I heard it was for c*ck fighting, I said, "You are a loser." Nah, nah, nah he move birds, but just don't let him confuse ya Cause this n***a really be fightin' chickens But what he gonna do wit' a rooster? Prepare ya fate You was really out here c*ck fightin'? Them poor chickens, you prolly scared them straight You're a monster, a damn disgrace I'll tell y'all what, I see him doin' that sh*t again, I won't spare him grace Let me hear anything about cow (Cal') and chicken he won't ever see his parent's face He gon' see the Smith & ([Calicoe] I don't ever get his lines) I'll Murda Mook, T relentless, just keep ya distance What the f**k you lookin' at bro This piece of sh*t He's just sickenin' I'ma come to whatever barnyard y'all got them animals at...and free them b*t*hes I'm fightin' soon as a see a chicken, like Peter Griffin ([Calicoe] I don't never get his bars. I never get his bars. Ever.) And I'ma focus on this n***a, cause they say "Mook, Hollow and Lux, they the GOATS", these people trippin' Be specific They say outta every solid figure available, it's only these three to mention (dimension) Oh okay a Rosecrance I sat in a baptism pool for ten minutes, my soul cleansed When I scattered out the throwaways, I had two Glocks stashed in the box, they both twins Mary-Kate/Ashley, take me back to my old [?] sh*t take me back to my coke flips Take me back to them old days before I ever had a whole brick I was a young Bizzy ([Calicoe] Never happened) Facts! I was a young Bizzy, posted on the block with the poles grippin' Back in '99, Bears on the wall, take me back to them road trips See, these are two n***as I can never get along with I grab Brizz machete so we can settle old sh*t Nah, nah, nah, bro, I'll talk to my man and get some straps This a problem a machete won't fix Alright I mean, he got MACs, Glocks, Berettas on sticks, whatchu need? sh*t, tell that n***a send whatever gon' spin, I'm tryin' to put 'em to sleep I'ma tell him to mail a ton in (melatonin) This old b*t*h...why y'all hype him? This n***a been pu**y his whole career, why y'all mad cause I don't like him? You said, "I don't care how good you rap If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan." I think that statement's fresh But yo' best friend got a whole chain snatched off him, there was no savin' Rex A n***a took a whole coat off you, brought it back to a battle and didn't get laid to rest A n***a take his coat off me, he gotta pay his debt Ain't no bringin' them jackets back like Avirex Bang the TEC This Piru, you think I can get a jacket took off me and go bang the set? I get DP, circle right around the flag like Bangladesh If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan A pistol whipped yo' motherf**kin head, that was a hot topic And then you went and did a whole interview with him, c*ck ridin' You gon' get pistol whipped by Math Hoffa and go continue ya life Dot Mobbin' I'm just tryin' to give him My Expert Opinion and drop Knowledge If you can't be a man, I can't be a fan, that's fictitious Then the n***a gon' bet me $500 yesterday, this b*t*h trippin' Talkin' 'bout I'ma choke in the battle n***a you got choked in a battle; big difference Sig' liftin', nah, take the knife out, stick tip in Keep stabbin'; 'Big Pimpin'' b*t*h listen f**k is you doin'? Talkin' 'bout you get paid more than Smack, no the f**k you don't You practically built SMACK and he didn't get nothin' for it Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a f**kin' fawn You'se another pawn Y'all GOAT really just a man, he's a f**kin' fawn and mad queer You ain't God Tier or GOAT Tier you Gas Tier Your first time battlin' outside of New York was last year This who the f**k y'all praisin'? This n***a show up to battles 50 deep just to keep him protected This n***a only got ten battles, he ain't even been tested n***a, I'm the motherf**kin' GOAT, most copied style in battle rap This supposed to be yo' profession? You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression? You had that durag on so long, it still ain't leave an impression? n***a- go Top I felt like that's a choke Top No, that ain't no choke Top That's $500 on ya soul rock I just saw- Ayo Mook let me cut it to you I said, for years SMACK was makin' bands off yo' dumb ass and he ain't split nothin' witchu You was on every DVD, even the double issue Couple battles way in the back Other than that, they wasn't f**kin' witchu You ain't no Harlem leader If you the God of battle rap then we the nonbelievers Concrete b*t*h Alright check this out All of the fans was askin', "Why not Qleen?" "sh*t, why not Rex?" They was like, "Psst, why not Shine?" "Why not X?" They like, "You could've came with Goodz They like, "n***a you could've came with Quest." I know, I know I could've came with anybody that was from the midwest Now y'all can't feel like we sleepin' on that theory, this sh*t is chess We made a crazy decision, I watched us live without regrets Mag on 'em They like, "Wait, how the f**k Mook get pop-" Baow! Put a tag on 'em This n***a all on Twitter talkin' 'bout we asked for 'em When in actuality y'all was just the last n***as they had for us n***a subbed in Brizz for Twork, I guess he wanted to show his ass for us Aye, I said I wanted Mook on this stage, they passed on it Then put us on teams cause they ain't have a bag for us Now let's talk for real n***a, between us and y'all, who the f**k do you think they would've picked to cement this card? n***as wanted to pass 4 for 20, n***as knew we was gonna pick y'all off He said 4 for 20? Cause they gave us quadruple what they get y'all for To see Mook and Cal' touch down n***a, they would've kicked y'all off Now you gotta bake his Beans lookin' ass You said "Beans"? Yeah Yeah I'm in his Bush-es with two can's staking out his crib Puttin' him in a situation where he gotta think about who live Now we seen you ain't a real n***a You just gonna run up out the crib and leave mommy and sister to somethin' they'll never forget n***a it ain't what it ain't But It still is what it is I fought Mook at Lucky's and I did what I did Wait, what? Then welcome him to my city now he got a crib where I live Ayo what the f**k you mean you "did what you did"? We ain't battled yet n***a first of all, Smack, Beasley and them, they ain't forget where I live It's just back then the bag wasn't as big as it is But you keep talkin' crazy, I'ma go forget what this is All that disrespect gon' put you in the same position as Brizz Nah, chill chill chill Mook, we just gon' stick to the script Cause the clip hold 30 Hold 30? Like the Percies Rex give to his b*t*h Toss the Hawk off the hip, off rip, Cal' cut a (Calcutta) n***a I'll be on some Indian sh*t Dot on yo' head Bullet goin' into ya (India) sh*t Clean yo' ass up Twork, that's the end of ya sh*t n***a, first of all stop talkin' all these raps about hustlin' Especially when you are not doublin' You know how his raps and schemes let us know that he not doublin'? How? Cause he ain't graduated to a brick in not one of 'em n***a, all them hardship raps? n***a that's growin' up black That's not strugglin' He the type to say, "n***a to eat I had to heat up Ramen for dinner." Mook whatchu had to do? n***a I had to write raps to go to sleep, I really had to eat rhymin' for dinner That's crazy cause my crib ain't even had some heat sometimes in the winter Smack hit me, I ain't even wanna be on the line with this n***a What happened? We already beat this fat ass n***a up, I ain't tryin' to waste no time with this n***a Then you had the nerve to bring this fat ass n***a out when I battled you and they literally called "time" on this n***a Ahh it's a cold world You should've knew that from old girl Wait, wait, first of all we told you I'm not gonna talk about this n***a's baby moms Why? Cause me and that lady got a crazy bond You trippin' I knew Wet Lexi for way too long Yo, yo, yo you started givin' me vibes like that's yo' baby John Hold on, but y'all n***as know the business It's a real (w)rap when you met a .4 (metaphor) I'm Calicoe (co-) defendent Bring the law to ya front door Like Jehovah Witness I caught this n***a sneak dissin' All over Twitter But each and every sub I track (subtract) But he ain't know the difference Aim from long range and bang Mook you know the vision (division) Caught him in crosshair, yeah That's the scope edition (addition) It's .9 in the tre eight oh semi auto Smith & Six more when the Taurus kick in Eight more in this .44 I'm grippin' The ladder in the .40, ain't no order too tall for n***as Just to let you know I ain't playin' the Calicoe I brought it with me That n***a Mook talkin' spiffy Yeah I am So just to let y'all know I ain't playin' What happened? The big nose, I brought it wit' me They say you gotta know ya worth But in order to get to the root of the problem, you gotta show ya work n***a calm it down, cause all that talkin' loud That's gonna make me show you this dead arm is wild This sh*t'll drop Twork (twerk) like an ex-stripper cool with her father now Run up on him, baow! Right on the boulevard, his Sunset, I walk him down Chances are he highly would (Hollywood) be the first battle rap star on the ground n***a, it's a ledge, we be jumpin' out the window with our prices So URL staff tried talkin' us down Well you seen what happened to the acrobat After that- You got off stage wit' him and you showed who the better talent Well look, bottom line it don't matter how high we jump we gon' land on our feet n***a check our balance n***a, let's have a spelling challenge, since y'all like flippin' names well Let me try playin' wit' a scheme I told Brizz "You'll be alright" Right after I gave him the Z's And Twork this is T work Beasley tryin' to put y'all together like you gon' worry us? Please When we refer to y'all three It's like explaining sex to ya child You gotta word it with ease (E's) So instead of sayin' "n***as f**kin' pu**y" you just replace it with Look at the birds and the bees (Beas') Easy n***a! Landslide n***a! I said yo Everybody said, "Bizzy you teamin' up Twork?" And "He is not gonna prepare I mean y'all could be battlin' Jesus Christ, and he is not gonna care Now if he focused, I'm tellin' you, his stock would be there." So since they got the scope on you bro, I got it from here The Glock will appear b*t*h I will actually hurt you The ratchet will murk you Kill Mook then dig a hole where I'm stashin' a burner So you can get rid of Calicoe after the Murda Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' b*t*h and Rex at the WaWa store, right? He wasn't playin' wit' y'all He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar (Murda Mook: A real hammer. I'm just sayin'...he had a nail hammer T-Top: Yeah he was ready to take one of y'all n***as out. f**k is you talkin' 'bout Murda Mook: Go ahead, my fault. I forgot this battle rappin' T-Top: Nobody gonna run down with a hammer and ain't planning on usin' that b*t*h. You just gotta think about that. I'm just puttin' that out Murda Mook: He had a nail hammer. I would've shot his dumb ass from across the street.) He wasn't playin' wit' y'all He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all That's all facts, but let's see if we can make this a bar Boy you- he caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car {Mook and Twork start arguing about Mook talking during T-Tops round} (T-Top: He gonna talk the whole time. He don't wanna hear this Smack: We good, we good, we good. Let him rap. Go 'head Murda Mook: You know-I'm sorry. I apologize T-Top: Thank you Murda Mook: I apologize T-Top: AIGHT! Stop! Murda Mook: Damn bro T-Top: Alright let me rap. n***a you talkin' through my whole round. You wanna have a conversation while I'm rappin' n***a? Let me rap. Aight.) Now Brizz ran down on you, yo' b*t*h and Rex at the WaWa store He wasn't playin' wit' y'all He had a hammer, you had a hammer but wasn't sprayin' at all That's all facts, now let's see if we can make it a bar He caught y'all Boyz N The Hood and you wouldn't let the Tre out the car See you might swing when the camera's on But on your stand alone you wouldn't let yo' cannon blow or throw hands with bro I understand it though On stage it's, "That n***a Raw buggin'. He on somethin'." So you got nervous and start punchin' But we know a scared cat gon' scratch when the dogs comin' n***a! n***a! But I thank you b*t*h Cause if I would've never had fell they would've only remembered that swing you did And I'd rather be the laughing stock before I let them have the thought that you did some gangsta sh*t You a b*t*h, and I can tell he wasn't made for this Cause n***as mention my mama every time I hit the stage with this Even you mentioned her in the battle at yo' state we did It was a blatant diss I had to stand there and face the sh*t So I don't wanna hear no sob stories when the tables switch You don't think none of y'all bars be hurtin' our relationship? Every time she watch her baby sh*t she gotta hear some crazy sh*t But I stand here for the culture and don't complain a bit This lame a b*t*h {Stumbles} Let's put moms to the side How anybody gon' tell me that a n***a mama that died Is supposed to mean more than a n***a who's mama's alive I'll leave y'all to decide Cause against Tay Roc- Damn son- {T-Top chokes} You right, I had it with this fake sh*t You right, this is ya house, I just had to come renovate it Y'all ain't got nothin' else goin' on outside of battle rap Y'all gon' be partners forever Battlin' for generations They gonna come get you for Murda 50 years from now, there's no statue of limitations Flip a K clip This c*cksucker This Smack old gunner versus the top gunner The n***a that raise the roof versus the stock plummet This A.I. gettin' crossed over by Jordan by LeBron dunkin' The n***a who only come to work when he want versus the clock puncher I put SMACK DVD outta era This Netflix, this Blockbuster This c*cksucker, I don't wanna hear the noise he make This tool will get raised They at your funeral playin' blue grass like Boise State Toys get blazed You washed up, dawg dumb, ya all chumps Ya whole family behind the hearse like a car club Jersey I remember nights I had Henny and kush to help me think faster I was on a mix of oil and gas like a weed whacker I still sold small ass bags that made the fiends madder {Chokes} Man, concrete man {Both teams arguing amongst each other before the round starts} $500. I win $250 with Mook too after we left I didn't choke n***a Aye it's all good man. I'm sorry man You f**ked the whole sh*t up First of all Twork- Nah, nah, nah, nah. Chill out. I know you on some bullsh*t. I know you on some homie sh*t You wanna drink some water? So we can talk while you rappin' I mean I'll still drink the water I beat n***as outta order I'm not even talkin' 'bout this n***as daughter Rather none of y'all n***as but no slaughter Let me just rap and let them n***as record ya Listen, if I don't like somethin' that's in T's bars (T-Boz), I'ma up a MAC(k)-10 The impact will hit Twork chest, make his f**kin' back bend Ambulance rush to the set but they don't what's happenin' Cause his body movin' in an awkward motion The fans thought it was his slogan but no those was convulsions cause he wasn't Strapped In You stupid clown All them funny moves and "baows", I don't get that Cause ain't nothin' funny on my side n***as will really move your baows (bowels) to a sh*t bag sh*t bad, Summer Impact, Smack, we ain't forget it Smack said, "We need something to clean our image So look, we came up with this charity event. Look dawg there ain't even admission n***a this ain't even a scrimmage This is Lebron and Jordan playin' some high school kids tryin' to help 'em with tuition Look, you need to listen When this battle is finished, I'ma be trendin' n***a, you gon' be in Trenton Speakin' of Trenton, all the talent in ya city Ain't lettin' none of them n***as see no real light But you supposed to be real, right? Just like you battle rap n***as Be fake as sh*t and not address it up real nice Always put ya hood on in these battles but never in real life Twork, you grew up in the church That's right We all did Pssst. Nah we didn't. No we didn't. Ain't you supposed to be a motherf**kin- yo please T-Top. C'mon now You was doin' that we was- Yeah and I and I gave him- anyway Twork, you grew up in the church, now you a gangbanger, yeah f**kin' right Guess this n***a reppin' the B and the C's Yo Mook what's that? The Blood of Christ Aye, ain't yo' mother a f**kin' pastor? All the sons and her son rap? I sure got your mother tight What, it's gonna take for you to die for her to see you in another light? Since we on mothers, right You should've been partnering with your moms Cause at least you would've had a f**kin' partner that would be good at remembering rhymes Cause let you tell it, she the greatest of all at finishin' lines n***a mention my mom I told him, "O.G. I ain't gonna f**k up the business this time I'ma let n***as get it, it's fine." But I'ma give all of you advice And this ain't no tough talk 'bout who was wrong, who was right But n***a mention my mom I wanna s- on God you gon' lose they life Listen, n***as you know what n***as wanted to do the two of you that night? Huh? n***as could've ruined you, right? {Mook and T-Top get into an argument} n***as could've ruined you, right? We was in front of yo' hotel We thought it was up there and it was stuck there Right? You was across the street for a whole hour No lie Shine had to come and beg us to let you get up there cause you was stuck there On my mama Where Shine at? {Mook and T-Top get into another argument about talking during the opponent's round. Mook ends up bring it back a few bars} n***as could've ruined you, right? We was in front of yo' hotel We thought it was up there and it was stuck there Right? You was across the street for a whole hour No lie Shine had to come and beg us to let you get up there cause you was stuck there n***a I got the drop on him n***a opened the door for him he went Roc on him Last thing he saw was a flash, gave him Glock-coma Indica or sativa? Pick one, either of these Haymakers will put Top in a coma Oh you sell exotic aromas But n***a you a glorified promoter, you not the owner That's on Tory n***a, cause it's March you bring this madness? I had to watch you in a tournament And I remember you was a scrawny kid in the audience Now we all can't grow up fortunate, ain't nothin' wrong wit' it But after how many battles? 30? n***as still comin' to battles dirty? You know how long it's been? You mean to tell me after all your wins Flawless performances, generating all these ends just to give it all to him You ain't battle rappin' no more than you whoring Smack gon' use yo' stupid ass 'til you got nothin' else more to give You gonna ask that man for money fo' yo' kids He gon' look at you like you got four heads But, "Smack the bro. Smack the bro." That's what every hoe I ever known said If you into doin' homeboy business, go 'head, be O-Red But ain't no friendships in this sh*t wit' me Ask Checko, I'm keepin' it a Bean Smack my n***a too, but when that business due he speakin' to my team I need residual income and then some, everything that's in-between So it's funny how you call me for the Bear when I'm really the n***a eatin' off the stream Wait, eatin' off the stream? Yeah Wait n***a, you eatin' off the stream? Hold on, wait, wait, wait So you mean to tell me you eatin' off the stream and let me settle for 15? Uh huh Hold on, so you mean to tell me you let me let the plug calls ring? Agree to the bare (Bear) minimum and took a Brizz loss [?] No, no, this n***a Mook tryin' to be so slick and he done cost me Crazy ass Harlem n***a, I knew I should've brought Qleen n***a sayin' sh*t like that will make a n***a question if you're clean But y'all n***as was cool wit' Cal' n***a even bet me money when he vouched for y'all But then Summer Impact, time to brawl Top bul not involved Same bul, my partner and the dinosaur Rex would've swore would've got it on Why you think Rex tomahawk'd you so hard with the bottle for? Cause on top of a $100 loss He was p*ssed off he couldn't get to tell me I was wrong Rex you owe me money n***a! And I'm glad your b*t*h ass got outta dodge It would've been bail money for my squad if we got at y'all It wouldn't have been no dialog A body would've been the only way it got resolved Every time a n***a spotted y'all we would've shot at y'all It wouldn't have been the rappers either, not at all It would've been the one don't give a f**k about a card They stay outside 'side the car n***a blew ya head off right after he asked you if you got cigars Then blend in with the crowd and be like, "wow", they just as shocked as y'all Wait, wait, wait, now you tell me who won What happened? I see them, they run They don't wanna see us Whole Brotherhood Clique dressin' up tryin' to be us First of all, when I came out, sh*t was only about Brizz and T-Top 'Til all you n***as had to open ya mouth with a motherf**kin' opinion So this how we gonna do this How we gon' do this? f**k Twork, f**k T-Top, f**k The Brotherhood as a staff, a record label and as a motherf**kin' crew And if y'all wanna be down with Brotherhood Then what? Then f**k you too! X-Factor, f**k you too! All you mothaf**kas, f**k y'all n***as Die slow, my fo-fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow Y'all n***as can't be us or see us Landslide 'til I die They got me out here in California like I won't bomb on you n***as We do our job You think you the mob n***a we the mothaf**kin' mob Easy n***a!
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