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Boze The Bambino vs. King Shadow
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Yo, don't mistake me for the nerd, n***a You know, who won't let you feel these hands? Because addressing me as the I.P. type, I'mma show you why you should've pronounced it as Ip Man Now I know you prob'ly thinking, "Yo, who this Taye Diggs rappin'-ass n***a? Up here actin' like he bang" Oh, I gotta grip a mag Alright...two straps in your face like, "Gimme a ride, punk, or I will dust your ass!" Oh, what, you wasn't feelin' that? The bar wasn't too poppin'? Maybe if I add a "bee-otch" to it, you'll say "I got it" Bee-otch! (*click, click*) Bee-otch! I see a lot of recruiters puttin' doubt on my name What, y'all don't think I fit this scene? Tim Duncan last championship: boy, you don't know the Heat I went through to get this fif' (fifth) to ring We was taught to keep extensions in the ride You'll still get pistol-whipped, ain't no need for mе to pull it I'll beat you wit' the .30 but the n***a won't drop: you likе DG footage We give out lessons when it come to beef You gon' learn not to f**k wit' us when we ride on you Because I'm old-school Atlanta I'm talkin' Bessie Branham wit' the wood playground It's gon' burn when we slide on you See, nowadays, n***as be lyin' in their raps Get on stage, start to force bars Sprinkle a little scheme, then reference that with a sports bar These same n***as be in the street, tryna prove they more hard Claim they pushin' work, so mo- b*t*h-ass n***as ain't never seen a courtyard See, in school, my students was grade-A It wasn't 'til they graduated they got F's on they report card! You know I move wit' the heat At every function wit' the deuce in the sneaks Coach Carter: my biggest fear is losin' members of our crews to the street I'mma kill this rookie! You ain't got the skill or the will to push me Two options: Mike Vick, Joe Exotic Kill your dog...(*smack*) or steal this pu**y! Keep playin'! I'll catch wreck where you livin' Peep in the window, check the residents in it Kick in the door, throw your son and family pet in the- BAH! Forensics found the seed on the dog like sesame chicken! This whole Corona got me tweakin' I ain't fully grasp my mental yet When I see the n***a, it's a bet! Bigger blade, bigger check Hit his neck, rip his flesh It's like I'm late on Corona sho- DAMN! Ain't no tissue left! So stop pretendin' Or Pursuit of Happyness: I'm poppin' the Smith n' Clip come wit' extensions like alternate endings That's Murder, She Wrote! No sign of hope! Or Scottie Pippen: I put this nose to work for the low! b*t*h, I'm the plug! n***as like you get your product from me I'm a boss I tell puffs when to drop off a P James Harden: I get a high percentage from the top of the ki' (key) It's a movie! You know from the light like Tunechi! I'm unruly! Bars off the chain like Bruce L- Nah, ironic Bars off the chain? Smack finally let a n***a loose: Juneteenth! Charlotte, n***a WOO! WOO!
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