CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fonz vs. Drugz
You fast-writin'-a** b*t*h!
Outta all the n***as in this sh*t that write fast, you one of the active ones
And you got a Land Lord on BANNED, though (bando)?
N***a, this a trap for Drugz (drugs)
And I'mma pack you up
My last bout? Chris Brown house, f**kin' up another Goonie n***a
'Cause Smack know what I do to y'all scrubs
Sh*t, I done ran through a few of y'all bums
After this, they gon' say "That man a GOAT" (Manigault)
'Cause I went from the basketball court to shootin' up Drugz
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
I know the families ain't gon' handle it well
But f**k it, I can manage a sale
This is supposed to be Rum next, but we gon' see if you can handle the shells
So let Drug test and I'mma be in front of a panel of 12
I load the hammers wit' shells!
Soon as wе was done wit' the business
I said "Son just a victim"
My еxact f**kin' words is "I'mma do this n***a dirty, P (pee)
Y'all gon' have to call Drugz and a**ist him!"
Goonie Gang?
I know that breakup had y'all feelin' real torn
But b*t*h, you ain't been in no real storms
Shootouts or real wars
So I don't give a f**k who hit a lick wit' Drugz (liquid drugs)
'Cause none of these n***as'll peel for him (pill form)
You a real corn!
How you wait 'til you was damn near 30 to start bangin'?
You deserve this death
You was- yeah
You deserve this death
(*Fonz stumbles slightly*)
How you wait 'til you was damn near 30 to start bangin'?
B*t*h, you deserve this death
Lame n***a
You ain't put in no pain, killa
Out here thinkin' that the perk is set (Percocet)?
B*t*h, the hearse is next
That's the problem! It's all about the timing wit' Drugz
I mean, hella n***as out here bangin'
But when it comes to Yusef, it looked super bad (Superbad)
'Cause you wasn't even grindin' wit' Blood
Boy, I got that call on Monday, I feel like they was linin' me up
'Cause I ain't even plan to spar
Now I'm X'in' a X n***a
Sh*t sound like a Xanny bar
Turn the cameras off
N***a, we can let the cameras spit
We can let the ca-
Turn the cameras off!
And we can let the cannons spit
(*Fonz stumbles/chokes*)
F**k...
Now I'm X'in' a X n***a - that's a Xanny bar!
Turn the cameras off!
And the gun...aaggghhh
Turn the cameras off...
Turn the cameras off...
(*At this point, Fonz and Drugz are both walking in circles on stage going over their material - Drugz is rehearsing, Fonz is remembering. Fonz overhears Drugz muttering to himself*)
Shut the f**k up
I'm 'bout to cook you - watch this
Turn the cameras off...
Turn the cameras off!
And n***a, I'll clap a gun, snatch you up
Louisville crack ya mug
Trust me, it'll literally get bad if I bat (batch) ya, Drugz!
And Twork, when it's yo' turn to get booked, it's a wrap for Blood!
Why you actin' tough?
We was both NWX
I mean, that squad was heavy, my n***a
Shine, DNA, Fonz, T-Top, Don
I mean, we was ready, my n***a
Even Yusef off the bench like the 76ers
You'se a bum!
How you go from Goonies to NWX to GunT**les?
N***a, you'se a son
I mean, this b*t*h done ran through so many cliques, we don't know which group he (groupie) love
Shoot a gun!
If you ask me, n***as some hoes
That Midnight Madness got 'em trippin'
I don't know what n***as is on
I guess that team sh*t is vital
Surf got him thinkin' he strong
But tonight, you can't lean on a T**le
You gotta take this whippin' alone (in a loan)!
Grippin' the chrome!
Go and get your boss to talk to me!
And tell Surf I ain't wit' none of that stupid sh*t
Tsu (sue) a b*t*h: Cardi B
Pardon me!
You said you lost to Foe 'cause of time limits?
B*t*h, I'm callin' your bluff
And then you said Remy cheated for the n***a?
That's when you f**ked All the Way Up!
Boy, you was makin' statements for the judges to cut the time
N***as some b*t*hes
Try that sh*t wit' Fonz
N***a, please! I ain't gettin' rid of a sentence!
I'm sick of n***as pretendin'!
You got sent on a mission
And yeah, I knew Drugz was fake, but I took him anyway 'cause I'm a gremlin!
Y'all trippin'!
Y'all trippin'!
Y'all trippin'
Make this n***a own them mothaf**kin' L's
I'm just sayin', that sh*t soft
Y'all keep playin' that sh*t off
Why come all these n***as in Power seem to go Ghost when it comes to sayin' this b*t*h lost?
James St. Patrick
Yeah, we knew it was Drug money, but why you think they brought him to Tru Foe?
To get washed
I'm p*ssed off!
'Cause these n***as lazy as f**k
My whole grind came from the mud
And you done battled Ars', Twork, Danny, Rum Nitty twice
Rum Nitty f**kin' twice
And that still ain't gain him a buzz
I mean, Smack, you done gave him enough
This n***a 3-12 on the motherf**kin' app
Why the f**k you keep payin' these bums?
Prenatal vitamins: I know y'all want son to grow, but y'all gotta stop babyin' Drugz (baby in drugs)
That's crazy as f**k!
I been told 'em "Line 'em up!"
So I can go to war wit' Blood
I said, if y'all really think this n***a that nice, deliver him by the land and see (sea) they said you wasn't that important, Drugz (importin' drugs)
You was forced on us
Smack, these the guys you pushin'?
Well, after this match, look at the app next time you book him
And they gon' say, "Drugz was in his bag like a stone burger, but Fonz was cookin'"
Why the f**k I keep gettin' weak opps?
Come on, Smack, please stop
They got y'all thinkin' he's hot?
Listen, I don't know what n***as is tellin' you or why they feel these n***as deserve these spots
But I guess it's easy (Eazy) for n***as to play that role when they on P c*ck (Peac*ck)
Heat pop
Squeeze Glocks!
My hands work and I spray my steel
So either we box or Reeboks for a lifetime
Sh*t sound like a A.I. deal
Fill his head wit' slugs
Lead to Drugz - the Bulldog got a K-9 feel!
They say all I do is punch! N***a, STOP IT!
And if all I do is punch, then n***a, BLOCK IT!
Come on, what's poppin', n***a?
F**k I look like, worried 'bout Drugz?
Moon rocked the n***a
Picked him up off his motherf**kin' feet and dropped the n***a
Twork damn near had to get him off of dog
But by the way the n***a talk, you would think Drugz a boxin' (suboxone) n***a!
How you "The Gun Show" when you ain't let no guns show?
So stop it, n***a
That oldhead had you scramblin'
You was tryna go to war and (Warren) Moon got outta pocket wit' ya!
Shots'll hit ya!
From long-range, n***a, the weapon long
Or a big blade, tearin' flesh and bone
Leave a whole section gone
A whole new form of torture, and they done gave me some Drugz to try the method on (methadone)
You hella bold, but n***as know who the TECs in play wit'
I don't give a f**k what set that they wit' or what weapons they get
One text and they hit
My dawg (dog) trained and he ain't leavin' sh*t behind
All you gon' find is the mess the 'K did (domesticated)
I mean, a lotta slugs!
Your b*t*h wit' you? I'mma chop her up
It's gon' be a lotta blood
These n***as'll leave that b*t*h in so many pieces, you'll literally have to come over to count her (over-the-counter), Drugz
So round 'em up and watch these n***as fall in line
Smack, with five days' prep, you knew that you could call the Fonz
'Cause it's not just recreational, Drugz
I smoke sh*t all the time
Y'all ready?
Y'all ready? (x5)
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I said, the claim that 2022 was my year wasn't made reluctantly
Shiiit, confidence and motivation through the roof
I don't think the fans could get enough of me
I'm actually 'posed to be battling your dad
But even he knew the timing was bad to f**k wit' me
They called back wit' your name so fast and suddenly
Don't laugh, y'all, but I felt like Wile E. Coyote when this man was brung to me
'Cause y'all seen me on the road runnin'
And y'all tryna stop me by puttin' a fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT?
-by puttin' a- WOOOOOOO!
-by puttin' a fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?
You was a afterthought!
You not even 'posed to be here!
You was a last resort!
Grab the torch! 'Matic roar!
I'll peel Fonz (appeal fines) like traffic court!
Ladder scorch!
Soon as I see him he dead, it's on site
I'm squeezin' the lead
I can't get you dyin' outta my thoughts
I'll let it squeeze from the SIG'
F**k the Land Lord - (*chk-chk*) - these gon' live rent-free in his head!
Take heed to what's said
I'm really goin' through some sh*t
So leave me alone, or you gon' make me do some stupid sh*t
Ruthless sh*t
A curb-stomp from a Timberland'll really bruise your sh*t
So either take care, Fonz (fines), or I'mma BOOT your sh*t!
It's nothin' you can do wit' this
I just had to say
You won that money and went back home to daps and praise
Your status raised, the whole staff amazed
You been walkin' 'round wit' your collar popped
Sh*t, I had to grab a gauge
I know soon as I saw the Fonz, wasn't gon' be no more Happy Days!
You still rep the Cabin Life, or was that a phase?
You really do what y'all scream?
'Cause I really be outside tryna get rich off weed
I'm talkin' flavors after flavors
I really get off P's
So you should bring me to Cabin Life
My whole foundation built off trees
You'll get killed, dawg, please!
This what we tryna pa** as art?
A n***a stealin' a n***a whole blueprint, down to how he craft his bars?
You sound so much like Ave, I can barely tell y'all fat a** apart
Little ratchet spark!
Now you got the baby attention
You AND YOUR DADDY SHARK!
He ain't even do half his part
But I guess he believe in you
He backed out, but he sent you to see it through
What kind of a dad sends his son to fight his battles?
Y'all see what people do?
I appreciate you showin' up
I mean, after all, Land Lord, that's the least (lease) that you could do!
Put the piece up to his roof!
(WHAAAAAAT!?)
Put the piece up to his roof!
He can see the lead dump!
Then give Fonz (finds) a shell: it's a Easter egg hunt!
You dead, chump!
Watch ya stock drop when he die
I said, "F**k Cleveland"
He said, "That's not gonna fly.
I'm from the Land and I'm the Land Lord. You'll get dropped over mine."
N***a, shots finna fly!
You really wanna fight over the Land when you on the property LYIN'!? (line)
Please stop if I'm lyin', but it's somethin' I was peepin' out
The n***a joined NWX for that K battle
That's somethin' we ain't leavin' out
The group broke up, that battle was somethin' you had to leave without
You went from NWX to Gutta City, thinkin' it would even out
But it ain't no shortcuts to Shine!
You can't take the Eazy (easy) route!
Ty Bogan!
I TOLD Smack "Bring him out and I'mma fif' dawg"
You can't stop my buzz!
The whole 2022 I'm lit, y'all
Game of Thrones: I highly doubt Ty wins (Tywinn), but he gon' die tryna get that sh*t off!
Get robbed!
I been lampin' all day
I think he'll call 12 - man, y'all strange
I promise if you snitch on me, then I'mma cause pain
Put the Land Lord in front of the Judge if he even make a small claim!
I'll get dawg maimed
A pistol-whip'll do your scalp bad
I done knot Ty (tie) so well, I earned a Scout badge!
(My year)
He goin' out sad
Wait, hold on - let me sort some things
Don Q, me vers' Tru Foe, that's really how you called the scene?
You dirty-a** Bronx n***a! You know I got that clean
And y'all lettin' Don cheat'll (Cheadle) be the reason I pull up wit' a War Machine!
Act accordingly!
AAAAGGHH!
Act accordingly!
You got TOLD what the f**k it was
F**K Fonz! N***a, get it in BLOOD!
Any n***a standin' in front of me this year gets sent up above
Matter fact, yo, anybody in here ever try to fight a crackhead?
N***a, you know you can't punch wit' Drugz!
Gun Show, man! Stop playin' wit' me!
WHAT!?
Outta all the n***as in this sh*t that write fast, you one of the active ones
And you got a Land Lord on BANNED, though (bando)?
N***a, this a trap for Drugz (drugs)
And I'mma pack you up
My last bout? Chris Brown house, f**kin' up another Goonie n***a
'Cause Smack know what I do to y'all scrubs
Sh*t, I done ran through a few of y'all bums
After this, they gon' say "That man a GOAT" (Manigault)
'Cause I went from the basketball court to shootin' up Drugz
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
I know the families ain't gon' handle it well
But f**k it, I can manage a sale
This is supposed to be Rum next, but we gon' see if you can handle the shells
So let Drug test and I'mma be in front of a panel of 12
I load the hammers wit' shells!
Soon as wе was done wit' the business
I said "Son just a victim"
My еxact f**kin' words is "I'mma do this n***a dirty, P (pee)
Y'all gon' have to call Drugz and a**ist him!"
Goonie Gang?
I know that breakup had y'all feelin' real torn
But b*t*h, you ain't been in no real storms
Shootouts or real wars
So I don't give a f**k who hit a lick wit' Drugz (liquid drugs)
'Cause none of these n***as'll peel for him (pill form)
You a real corn!
How you wait 'til you was damn near 30 to start bangin'?
You deserve this death
You was- yeah
You deserve this death
(*Fonz stumbles slightly*)
How you wait 'til you was damn near 30 to start bangin'?
B*t*h, you deserve this death
Lame n***a
You ain't put in no pain, killa
Out here thinkin' that the perk is set (Percocet)?
B*t*h, the hearse is next
That's the problem! It's all about the timing wit' Drugz
I mean, hella n***as out here bangin'
But when it comes to Yusef, it looked super bad (Superbad)
'Cause you wasn't even grindin' wit' Blood
Boy, I got that call on Monday, I feel like they was linin' me up
'Cause I ain't even plan to spar
Now I'm X'in' a X n***a
Sh*t sound like a Xanny bar
Turn the cameras off
N***a, we can let the cameras spit
We can let the ca-
Turn the cameras off!
And we can let the cannons spit
(*Fonz stumbles/chokes*)
F**k...
Now I'm X'in' a X n***a - that's a Xanny bar!
Turn the cameras off!
And the gun...aaggghhh
Turn the cameras off...
Turn the cameras off...
(*At this point, Fonz and Drugz are both walking in circles on stage going over their material - Drugz is rehearsing, Fonz is remembering. Fonz overhears Drugz muttering to himself*)
Shut the f**k up
I'm 'bout to cook you - watch this
Turn the cameras off...
Turn the cameras off!
And n***a, I'll clap a gun, snatch you up
Louisville crack ya mug
Trust me, it'll literally get bad if I bat (batch) ya, Drugz!
And Twork, when it's yo' turn to get booked, it's a wrap for Blood!
Why you actin' tough?
We was both NWX
I mean, that squad was heavy, my n***a
Shine, DNA, Fonz, T-Top, Don
I mean, we was ready, my n***a
Even Yusef off the bench like the 76ers
You'se a bum!
How you go from Goonies to NWX to GunT**les?
N***a, you'se a son
I mean, this b*t*h done ran through so many cliques, we don't know which group he (groupie) love
Shoot a gun!
If you ask me, n***as some hoes
That Midnight Madness got 'em trippin'
I don't know what n***as is on
I guess that team sh*t is vital
Surf got him thinkin' he strong
But tonight, you can't lean on a T**le
You gotta take this whippin' alone (in a loan)!
Grippin' the chrome!
Go and get your boss to talk to me!
And tell Surf I ain't wit' none of that stupid sh*t
Tsu (sue) a b*t*h: Cardi B
Pardon me!
You said you lost to Foe 'cause of time limits?
B*t*h, I'm callin' your bluff
And then you said Remy cheated for the n***a?
That's when you f**ked All the Way Up!
Boy, you was makin' statements for the judges to cut the time
N***as some b*t*hes
Try that sh*t wit' Fonz
N***a, please! I ain't gettin' rid of a sentence!
I'm sick of n***as pretendin'!
You got sent on a mission
And yeah, I knew Drugz was fake, but I took him anyway 'cause I'm a gremlin!
Y'all trippin'!
Y'all trippin'!
Y'all trippin'
Make this n***a own them mothaf**kin' L's
I'm just sayin', that sh*t soft
Y'all keep playin' that sh*t off
Why come all these n***as in Power seem to go Ghost when it comes to sayin' this b*t*h lost?
James St. Patrick
Yeah, we knew it was Drug money, but why you think they brought him to Tru Foe?
To get washed
I'm p*ssed off!
'Cause these n***as lazy as f**k
My whole grind came from the mud
And you done battled Ars', Twork, Danny, Rum Nitty twice
Rum Nitty f**kin' twice
And that still ain't gain him a buzz
I mean, Smack, you done gave him enough
This n***a 3-12 on the motherf**kin' app
Why the f**k you keep payin' these bums?
Prenatal vitamins: I know y'all want son to grow, but y'all gotta stop babyin' Drugz (baby in drugs)
That's crazy as f**k!
I been told 'em "Line 'em up!"
So I can go to war wit' Blood
I said, if y'all really think this n***a that nice, deliver him by the land and see (sea) they said you wasn't that important, Drugz (importin' drugs)
You was forced on us
Smack, these the guys you pushin'?
Well, after this match, look at the app next time you book him
And they gon' say, "Drugz was in his bag like a stone burger, but Fonz was cookin'"
Why the f**k I keep gettin' weak opps?
Come on, Smack, please stop
They got y'all thinkin' he's hot?
Listen, I don't know what n***as is tellin' you or why they feel these n***as deserve these spots
But I guess it's easy (Eazy) for n***as to play that role when they on P c*ck (Peac*ck)
Heat pop
Squeeze Glocks!
My hands work and I spray my steel
So either we box or Reeboks for a lifetime
Sh*t sound like a A.I. deal
Fill his head wit' slugs
Lead to Drugz - the Bulldog got a K-9 feel!
They say all I do is punch! N***a, STOP IT!
And if all I do is punch, then n***a, BLOCK IT!
Come on, what's poppin', n***a?
F**k I look like, worried 'bout Drugz?
Moon rocked the n***a
Picked him up off his motherf**kin' feet and dropped the n***a
Twork damn near had to get him off of dog
But by the way the n***a talk, you would think Drugz a boxin' (suboxone) n***a!
How you "The Gun Show" when you ain't let no guns show?
So stop it, n***a
That oldhead had you scramblin'
You was tryna go to war and (Warren) Moon got outta pocket wit' ya!
Shots'll hit ya!
From long-range, n***a, the weapon long
Or a big blade, tearin' flesh and bone
Leave a whole section gone
A whole new form of torture, and they done gave me some Drugz to try the method on (methadone)
You hella bold, but n***as know who the TECs in play wit'
I don't give a f**k what set that they wit' or what weapons they get
One text and they hit
My dawg (dog) trained and he ain't leavin' sh*t behind
All you gon' find is the mess the 'K did (domesticated)
I mean, a lotta slugs!
Your b*t*h wit' you? I'mma chop her up
It's gon' be a lotta blood
These n***as'll leave that b*t*h in so many pieces, you'll literally have to come over to count her (over-the-counter), Drugz
So round 'em up and watch these n***as fall in line
Smack, with five days' prep, you knew that you could call the Fonz
'Cause it's not just recreational, Drugz
I smoke sh*t all the time
Y'all ready?
Y'all ready? (x5)
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I said, the claim that 2022 was my year wasn't made reluctantly
Shiiit, confidence and motivation through the roof
I don't think the fans could get enough of me
I'm actually 'posed to be battling your dad
But even he knew the timing was bad to f**k wit' me
They called back wit' your name so fast and suddenly
Don't laugh, y'all, but I felt like Wile E. Coyote when this man was brung to me
'Cause y'all seen me on the road runnin'
And y'all tryna stop me by puttin' a fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?
WHAT!?
WHAT!?
WHAT?
-by puttin' a- WOOOOOOO!
-by puttin' a fake Ave in front of me!
What you want from me!?
You was a afterthought!
You not even 'posed to be here!
You was a last resort!
Grab the torch! 'Matic roar!
I'll peel Fonz (appeal fines) like traffic court!
Ladder scorch!
Soon as I see him he dead, it's on site
I'm squeezin' the lead
I can't get you dyin' outta my thoughts
I'll let it squeeze from the SIG'
F**k the Land Lord - (*chk-chk*) - these gon' live rent-free in his head!
Take heed to what's said
I'm really goin' through some sh*t
So leave me alone, or you gon' make me do some stupid sh*t
Ruthless sh*t
A curb-stomp from a Timberland'll really bruise your sh*t
So either take care, Fonz (fines), or I'mma BOOT your sh*t!
It's nothin' you can do wit' this
I just had to say
You won that money and went back home to daps and praise
Your status raised, the whole staff amazed
You been walkin' 'round wit' your collar popped
Sh*t, I had to grab a gauge
I know soon as I saw the Fonz, wasn't gon' be no more Happy Days!
You still rep the Cabin Life, or was that a phase?
You really do what y'all scream?
'Cause I really be outside tryna get rich off weed
I'm talkin' flavors after flavors
I really get off P's
So you should bring me to Cabin Life
My whole foundation built off trees
You'll get killed, dawg, please!
This what we tryna pa** as art?
A n***a stealin' a n***a whole blueprint, down to how he craft his bars?
You sound so much like Ave, I can barely tell y'all fat a** apart
Little ratchet spark!
Now you got the baby attention
You AND YOUR DADDY SHARK!
He ain't even do half his part
But I guess he believe in you
He backed out, but he sent you to see it through
What kind of a dad sends his son to fight his battles?
Y'all see what people do?
I appreciate you showin' up
I mean, after all, Land Lord, that's the least (lease) that you could do!
Put the piece up to his roof!
(WHAAAAAAT!?)
Put the piece up to his roof!
He can see the lead dump!
Then give Fonz (finds) a shell: it's a Easter egg hunt!
You dead, chump!
Watch ya stock drop when he die
I said, "F**k Cleveland"
He said, "That's not gonna fly.
I'm from the Land and I'm the Land Lord. You'll get dropped over mine."
N***a, shots finna fly!
You really wanna fight over the Land when you on the property LYIN'!? (line)
Please stop if I'm lyin', but it's somethin' I was peepin' out
The n***a joined NWX for that K battle
That's somethin' we ain't leavin' out
The group broke up, that battle was somethin' you had to leave without
You went from NWX to Gutta City, thinkin' it would even out
But it ain't no shortcuts to Shine!
You can't take the Eazy (easy) route!
Ty Bogan!
I TOLD Smack "Bring him out and I'mma fif' dawg"
You can't stop my buzz!
The whole 2022 I'm lit, y'all
Game of Thrones: I highly doubt Ty wins (Tywinn), but he gon' die tryna get that sh*t off!
Get robbed!
I been lampin' all day
I think he'll call 12 - man, y'all strange
I promise if you snitch on me, then I'mma cause pain
Put the Land Lord in front of the Judge if he even make a small claim!
I'll get dawg maimed
A pistol-whip'll do your scalp bad
I done knot Ty (tie) so well, I earned a Scout badge!
(My year)
He goin' out sad
Wait, hold on - let me sort some things
Don Q, me vers' Tru Foe, that's really how you called the scene?
You dirty-a** Bronx n***a! You know I got that clean
And y'all lettin' Don cheat'll (Cheadle) be the reason I pull up wit' a War Machine!
Act accordingly!
AAAAGGHH!
Act accordingly!
You got TOLD what the f**k it was
F**K Fonz! N***a, get it in BLOOD!
Any n***a standin' in front of me this year gets sent up above
Matter fact, yo, anybody in here ever try to fight a crackhead?
N***a, you know you can't punch wit' Drugz!
Gun Show, man! Stop playin' wit' me!
WHAT!?
