CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mike P vs. Ryda
This where I snatch my respect, everything changes tonight
For this battle they had my back against the wall and that ain't the sort of thing that I like
It's win or go home
Eight on both side like the playoffs, right?
A.I., Buster Douglas...I'ma be another n***a that made his name off Mike
I give a f**k what you feel like
Holdin' the steel tight
So what if that n***a Surf in the field with y'all in Call Of Duty
When his b*t*h ass out here gettin' shot in real life
Last week was your anniversary Surf
I'ma remind you of what 7/25 really feel like
I'll look you dead in the eyes while you dead in the eyes
sh*t ain't sweet
From east to west, I'm good on any block, Paint Beast
Word to Mazi, you'll get one up top op', then your brains leak
On second thought, three up top; Grape Street
You losin' this fight, ya face gettin' beat to the block
It's the countdown for Ryu...you wanna continue or not?
It's on faggot
I'll pull up and pop off ratchets
Feel like Busta Rhymes, I had to turn it, leave it, stop, format it
It's all tragic
Y'all always sleep on Ryda like y'all ain't have me beatin' the odds
Y'all brought him in for the kill but he ain't completin' the job
Y'all seen In Too Deep? Cool
Well he J. Reid
Cause once I put a police (Pulice) under cover, he got a meetin' wit' God
You fadin' away from reality
You could use the right grip
You was fightin' depression and battle rap was the only time ya life switch?
Well I heard you suicidal white b*t*h
Oh you didn't know I like to name my guns
Call it "Mike P" and it's the one you should've took ya life with
This y'all Street Fighter? That cap calm (Capcom)? Heresay
Y'all forgot? I'm Scorpion
I'll swing the blade through the body and stop...Midway
You in my world, nether realm, won't sh*t slide
As soon as he try to hadouken, I teleport and punch him from the other side
Maaaan IIIII willlll
Put a hole in ya head along with the right swipe
I ain't Suge, f**k Whatcha Life Like
Stomp ya ass out with the silk on like 'Pac in Vegas on the right night
Lightening don't strike twice
So you won't see Ryda die (Ryde Or Die) after the Mike fight
Push ya sh*t to the side (BING); typewrite
Hey Mikey, have you eatin' the serial (cereal), that's on my Life, Mike
Red beam, Gizmo, you hate to see it; bright light
Revolver, ring in his face just like Mike
Y'all got me f**ked up
83% had me losin' as if Michael tougher
Mike a sucka
All that sh*t sound good before the fight; Michael Buffer
The sh*t insane
I don't name one gun, it's always two
It hit ya brain, Alicia Keys, I always talk to Michael like, "'You Don't Know My Name'"
I'm bringin' pain
.38 and a Heckler for you
If Mike (mic) stand under this spotlight, somethin' special for you
I hope you ready, cause all three rounds like this
So I hope you brought the Iron, Mike, cause I'ma play Don, King
The fight fixed
For this battle they had my back against the wall and that ain't the sort of thing that I like
It's win or go home
Eight on both side like the playoffs, right?
A.I., Buster Douglas...I'ma be another n***a that made his name off Mike
I give a f**k what you feel like
Holdin' the steel tight
So what if that n***a Surf in the field with y'all in Call Of Duty
When his b*t*h ass out here gettin' shot in real life
Last week was your anniversary Surf
I'ma remind you of what 7/25 really feel like
I'll look you dead in the eyes while you dead in the eyes
sh*t ain't sweet
From east to west, I'm good on any block, Paint Beast
Word to Mazi, you'll get one up top op', then your brains leak
On second thought, three up top; Grape Street
You losin' this fight, ya face gettin' beat to the block
It's the countdown for Ryu...you wanna continue or not?
It's on faggot
I'll pull up and pop off ratchets
Feel like Busta Rhymes, I had to turn it, leave it, stop, format it
It's all tragic
Y'all always sleep on Ryda like y'all ain't have me beatin' the odds
Y'all brought him in for the kill but he ain't completin' the job
Y'all seen In Too Deep? Cool
Well he J. Reid
Cause once I put a police (Pulice) under cover, he got a meetin' wit' God
You fadin' away from reality
You could use the right grip
You was fightin' depression and battle rap was the only time ya life switch?
Well I heard you suicidal white b*t*h
Oh you didn't know I like to name my guns
Call it "Mike P" and it's the one you should've took ya life with
This y'all Street Fighter? That cap calm (Capcom)? Heresay
Y'all forgot? I'm Scorpion
I'll swing the blade through the body and stop...Midway
You in my world, nether realm, won't sh*t slide
As soon as he try to hadouken, I teleport and punch him from the other side
Maaaan IIIII willlll
Put a hole in ya head along with the right swipe
I ain't Suge, f**k Whatcha Life Like
Stomp ya ass out with the silk on like 'Pac in Vegas on the right night
Lightening don't strike twice
So you won't see Ryda die (Ryde Or Die) after the Mike fight
Push ya sh*t to the side (BING); typewrite
Hey Mikey, have you eatin' the serial (cereal), that's on my Life, Mike
Red beam, Gizmo, you hate to see it; bright light
Revolver, ring in his face just like Mike
Y'all got me f**ked up
83% had me losin' as if Michael tougher
Mike a sucka
All that sh*t sound good before the fight; Michael Buffer
The sh*t insane
I don't name one gun, it's always two
It hit ya brain, Alicia Keys, I always talk to Michael like, "'You Don't Know My Name'"
I'm bringin' pain
.38 and a Heckler for you
If Mike (mic) stand under this spotlight, somethin' special for you
I hope you ready, cause all three rounds like this
So I hope you brought the Iron, Mike, cause I'ma play Don, King
The fight fixed
