CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Nu Jerzey Twork vs. Chilla Jones
Smack kept callin' my phone like, "How far are you along for the King Pen? You know he's that n***a."
I thought about comin' here and droppin' a pin
That'll let you know where I'm at with it
This for real thuggin'
"How you feel about battling Chill-"
"I don't feel nothin'."
I'ma kill somethin'
Steel dumpin'
They said, "The day I beat the King Pen'll be a cold day in Hell."
Tell 'em, "Chill comin'"
This heat'll clap him
n***as always doin' my style cause they style- I can't even grasp it
You gonna get up here with all this extra energy
The way you n***as compete is tragic
Y'all rap my way, Black Friday, the objective is to beat the madness
Who want it?
I done seen a few want it
Shakin' the tool on it
Gotta do a new Strapped In, practically Moon Walking
New salsa
And since I got that strap from Big T
Soon as I get to Chill I can BOOM on 'em
Jerome gets stretched, chop the body up
Drive him back to my state, we gonna road trip next
His arms get tossed, his legs get tossed, his dome gets slapped
I'm puttin' Chilla over Jersey like the old Dipset
Not an ounce of respect
I took this battle cause, not too many options was left
You? Maybe for a deposit
Or when you die you can double the thousands that's left
Cause your mother can make a GoFundMe but I'ma take account for your death
Ratchet on me
Clap it on him
.40 bucks
This b*t*h was askin' for it
Large .40
I'm talkin' oxymoron, I let off on him
Clip airin'
I won't let sh*t spare you
Sig' barrel
Pops outta nowhere
(Yes sir!)
Big Gerald
I'ma peel on him
Hide the body for years on him
By the time they dig 'em up
It was real awful
Nothin' but Chill carcass
Tragedy in there
I'm talkin' maggots in his ear like a drill sergeant
You know he a disgrace
You told the staff you was gonna come here and smoke me in this place
Get the dawg (dog) to chill
I heard that sh*t you fed Chico but knew it was baloney from the gate
You get killed like that
I was gonna come up here and peel my strap
We could've made this happen in Day 1
You know Jer'/Rome (Jerome) wasn't built like that
I ain't f**kin' wit' dawg
I'ma run up in the King Pen house wit' the hammer in my palm
Put the gun in ya mother's son, put the gun to ya mom
Have her prayer, cover the Pen (pin), this sh*t is like a money withdrawal
I'm killin' everyone who involved
Like, "Give me everything. Or I'm blazin' out ya skull out."
This b*t*h won't give it up like I'm placed in the dog house
He said, "I'm warnin' you."
b*t*h whatchu gonna do?
Pull out ya pen?
n***a state whatchu talkin' 'bout
This is a grenade, if I pull out a pen (pin) I'm takin' us all out
Jersey
I thought about comin' here and droppin' a pin
That'll let you know where I'm at with it
This for real thuggin'
"How you feel about battling Chill-"
"I don't feel nothin'."
I'ma kill somethin'
Steel dumpin'
They said, "The day I beat the King Pen'll be a cold day in Hell."
Tell 'em, "Chill comin'"
This heat'll clap him
n***as always doin' my style cause they style- I can't even grasp it
You gonna get up here with all this extra energy
The way you n***as compete is tragic
Y'all rap my way, Black Friday, the objective is to beat the madness
Who want it?
I done seen a few want it
Shakin' the tool on it
Gotta do a new Strapped In, practically Moon Walking
New salsa
And since I got that strap from Big T
Soon as I get to Chill I can BOOM on 'em
Jerome gets stretched, chop the body up
Drive him back to my state, we gonna road trip next
His arms get tossed, his legs get tossed, his dome gets slapped
I'm puttin' Chilla over Jersey like the old Dipset
Not an ounce of respect
I took this battle cause, not too many options was left
You? Maybe for a deposit
Or when you die you can double the thousands that's left
Cause your mother can make a GoFundMe but I'ma take account for your death
Ratchet on me
Clap it on him
.40 bucks
This b*t*h was askin' for it
Large .40
I'm talkin' oxymoron, I let off on him
Clip airin'
I won't let sh*t spare you
Sig' barrel
Pops outta nowhere
(Yes sir!)
Big Gerald
I'ma peel on him
Hide the body for years on him
By the time they dig 'em up
It was real awful
Nothin' but Chill carcass
Tragedy in there
I'm talkin' maggots in his ear like a drill sergeant
You know he a disgrace
You told the staff you was gonna come here and smoke me in this place
Get the dawg (dog) to chill
I heard that sh*t you fed Chico but knew it was baloney from the gate
You get killed like that
I was gonna come up here and peel my strap
We could've made this happen in Day 1
You know Jer'/Rome (Jerome) wasn't built like that
I ain't f**kin' wit' dawg
I'ma run up in the King Pen house wit' the hammer in my palm
Put the gun in ya mother's son, put the gun to ya mom
Have her prayer, cover the Pen (pin), this sh*t is like a money withdrawal
I'm killin' everyone who involved
Like, "Give me everything. Or I'm blazin' out ya skull out."
This b*t*h won't give it up like I'm placed in the dog house
He said, "I'm warnin' you."
b*t*h whatchu gonna do?
Pull out ya pen?
n***a state whatchu talkin' 'bout
This is a grenade, if I pull out a pen (pin) I'm takin' us all out
Jersey
