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Jai 400 Block vs. Dougy
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My n***a D said, “Who you got?” I said, “Dougy next.” He said, “Word? That’s what’s up, ‘cause outta all the new n***as, I think Dougy next.” I said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa...that’s a lie, D (La Di). He gon’ die, D (Da Di), from the show I put on.” Nonetheless… I could give a f**k what you think I’ll let off a shot, let him try come contest That’s just gon’ have his mama cryin’, slumped over the casket, and...beatin’ the box like Doug E. Fresh Oh, that ain’t catch? Well, f**k that! Bring Doug TECs Leave Doug stretched For him not thinkin’ right, that’s gon’ get Doug left And his fake thug flex, the letters fit Think Frederick...he gon’ bе a memory to the point you’ll think of Doug less (Douglass) Damiеn Lillard, CJ McCollum: know the Blazers is out ‘Pac in Above the Rim...I’mma Flip this bum once the razor come out! Ace Ventura: have them animals raidin’ ya house Got him trippin’ like Ray Finkel - guess the laces was out! So, again, know that I ain’t come to play, though No, I’ll put a round above his head like a halo Lay low… Think Lil Wayne droppin’ Drizzy from Young Money sh*t, he gon’ be wheezy (Weezy) once he see the Draco (Drake go) It’s either move or get moved, and I don’t feel like movin’ It’s either shoot or get shot, and I feel like shootin’! Real sh*t, the steel might do him But if it’s no more of the steel, he gettin’ stole like I feel like boostin’ You act hard, but you hardly not Man up, is you boss or not? You force the Glock, I force a shot Think Melvin Terrell Bryant goin’ corporate: I’mma off his (office) Top Hustle hard, we all trap Whipped it up, brought it all back Turned a 6 to a 9 - if that ain’t skill, then what do you call that? Walk in the bando, full of drugs and all straps You’ll see nothin’ but Eagles and birdies: it’s like a golf match But nah, that sh*t was weak That just mean birds is gettin’ served and Eagles will leave you left smokin’ We squad deep, so that mean you gon’ have to put more than a hole in one to leave U-S Open That’s us For that bull, the dog barkin’ Gun sparkin’ Shoot ‘til the beef done when it’s on - I’mma off him Just me and my b*t*h Try to tamper wit’ my bae - I beg your pardon? Once it bucks (Bucs), shells’ll run in backs (running backs): that’s Doug Martin But oh, if y’all don’t watch football, and those who like it bored of flips That last sh*t just meant since he tried to tamper (Tampa) wit’ my bae (Bay), it’s only right I had to floor the (Florida) b*t*h Yo! Tell this pu**y, “Call it quits!” Tell Doug miss me, wit’ the bullsh*t Got a full clip, let slugs empty Bet this fake thug tempt me I’ll grab the SK and put one tre on the King: he Doug Christie But whoa, that don’t f**k wit’ your mind? Don’t think too hard To better explain, I’ll send a shot full of power He too small for it (forward) To the point, what I’m shootin’ will send him to God (2 guard) But before the battle, n***as had me losin’ I’m thinkin’ not! All that yappin’ just rappin’ to me, I’ll get him got Know some real Crips that built their sh*t brick by brick, I’ll give ‘em props But if you ain’t know what that C meant (cement), they send the block (cinderblock) But you and that plain sh*t you do in need of help Know Jai ate off his own plate, I feed myself So when you move like Surf when you rap, you cheat yourself Words of advice: do you, G - why? ‘Cause I was told it’s better to be yourself n***a, how you gon’ act? Ayo, I remember I was just a shorty when them n***as pulled a blade on me That was the first time i realized I needed a .40 I was mad about that last cut, like the first time he realized he needed a baldie Yo...facts If both of our teams beefin’, some of y’all gon’ be bleedin’ The other half gon’ fall, but ain’t none of y’all n***as leavin’ If my finger get to squeezin’...BWAOW! Put a hollow in him like Hollow wit’ him: got the n***a leanin’ I wanna say he trash...but I feel like he decent (*swoo, swoo, swoo*) A few hard cuts’ll leave Jai (J) open: I don’t play defense How I get this seasoned? Get on some racist sh*t, hang Jai from a tree like Christmas evenin’ You a candy cane in the scene, so watch me pull this hammer out my pants Shoot at his feet Turn Jai into JC - let’s see if he could dance! And I hope you wanna fight, ‘cause we could get it in wit’ the hands He gon’ swing, I’mma weave, and lean this faggot I’ll black Jai face like JayBlac face: that was a mean reaction! You old now, your young bull days is out (*chk-chk*) Give him a BaldHead, and let it graze (grays) your scalp I’m lookin’ for him in his grandmom crib screamin’, “You b*st*rd, you soft!” I’ll let it rain in the house Now his granny dead in the living room The plastic went off - I left a stain on the couch! I only brung a couple of bullets to come out and hit you I ain’t need plenty Regardless of what y’all may see (Macy’s), one out this nickel will make Jai see penny (JCPenney) It’s no way he could step wit’ me You gon’ get the iron right after we speak, like when J.J. met Penny Y’all thought this was a match for me? Huh, got me laughin’ like “Tough luck” You ‘bout 50, up here rappin’ wit’ a Young Buck You dumbf**k! Back shot, make his body tilt like a dump truck I popped up on 400 Block - they ain’t even know him I had to say Shotgun brother The toughest n***a in Jersey? Shotgun mother! Free Surf! Hand down, man down, I’mma make him pay Like the defense made the shot harder, soon as he see D, he gon’ fade away Let me flip the cloth, I switch writtens Let me flip the cloth - he think I switch writtens Knife on the top of the gun Slash Jai (J) wit’ the ‘K if you think I’m just kiddin’ Or I could end Jai when the Glock spit, I’m not missin’ Turn to the side and let it kick: I’m Scott Pippen You gon’ get the .22 after the .35 like Taj Gibson! Me and my b*t*h got the Nina, she like to menage wit’ it She’ll rapidly clap it When it’s a lil’ drama, she be stuck on rage I told her, “Attack Jai (Jay) while he rappin’”, like Lil Mama when she snuck on stage You double my age! How the f**k you s’posed to cope wit’ that? Put a .40 in front of him like, “Look, n***a, this how the f**k you supposed to act” I put in work to get exactly where I’m at So if you cross the line, ain’t no ups and downs I’m layin’ this n***a flat! You turnin’ ghost after we chat Long story short, you gon’ disappear after I Snap Long story short, you turnin’ ghost after our chat Give this pu**y the metal out the belt: that’s a chastity fact Soon as I air the gat, it’s like it’s a mirror match, right after I blow the steel It’s like it’s a BaldHead bitin’ a bald-head: that’s Tyson and Holyfield I keep me a heavy Glock Of course I got the grip, this Nina already c*cked Got- she tucked by my d**k I popped up in Jersey, lookin' for Jai on 400 Block Wit' a Ruger and Dezzi c*cked Nah...it's just I (eye) and my .38 They thought the shooter was Fetty Wap! This old n***a yop You ain't even hard to me Who put this match together? Y'all n***as really bother me I'll tell my young gun to shoot up Jai V (JV), like it could make Varsity Time This battle could go either two ways... Me whoopin' yo' ass wit' bars and performance, or me whoopin' yo' ass the calm and cool way You love talkin' how the cloth different, pistol-packin', and tool play This lil' n***a must be drunk Well, since Hennything's possible, I should get this con yacked (cognac) for the stupid sh*t this dude say But when it get hot, these hoes turn thots, and that’s exactly how your boo play She let me f**k where she live and she let me f**k where you stay In the bed where you lay See, that’s my word I knew his b*t*h was a bird for the simple fact she blew Jai (blue jay) But the strap wit’ the rubber grip case this b*t*h wanna hurt me I’ll have his body underground like Klump kissin’ Ms. Purty He gon’ sink, he can barely blink, vision is blurry I wanna know who think this n***a is worthy Two extendos, ESPN Films: let’s play 30 For 30 But look, before the battle, n***as said this was gon’ be a classic Nah, it’s gon’ be a gunfest We equipped wit’ hella ratchets So don’t think that the pump fake ‘cause it’s made of plastic I’m from New Jersey, what’s under the T work (Twork) So just know it’s gon’ be madness But y’all gon’ make me lose my mind up in here Screamin’, “We Go Hard!” without sayin’, “Pause?” What a f**king queer! A n***a make it out that league, like, every other year But your career? Like that Henny in Goodz’s cup ‘Cause...for some apparent reason, it just ain’t goin’ no-f**kin’-where! But f**k that! I’m in Queens wit’ it Gripped up, I’m in Queens wit’ it Been switchin’ Clips and doin’ whole other schemes wit’ it Silencers, beams wit’ it f**k around and get your spleen shifted He gon’ eat, sleep, and breathe different But f**k your cloth! I had real OGs that never tried to son me I mean, they just put me on they game, I was they understudy Showed me how to get money But been my own shooter, so when I wave a arm across his head Just know...they ain’t Teach Me How to, Dougy (Dougie)! But the cloth different, right!? Then show me how it’s different then, b*t*h! He Crip...until I add a P-L-E to the end of his sh*t! I will injure this b*t*h, when I’m extendin’ them clips Tre swingin’ in the room like, “I’m sick of this sh*t!” But I came here to get my rocks off! And to get this n***a knocked off! I put that sh*t on everything: Frank’s Red Hot Sauce! Why force it when I can shower him wit’ bullets when it pop off!? You might as well throw in the towel ‘cause it’s gon’ be a clean body when I wash Cloth! But when you battled Twork, you said, “Like in Paid in Full, all the gangstas came to see Dougy, n***a.” I’m like, “You right. They did show a n***a love, so all in all, that’s cool.” I mean, it was what it was But see, this battle could end like that scene in the movie And I say that just because If he get to performin’, wavin’ his arms, and I get nudged? While Dougy rappin’, y’all just gon’ see Money get aired right in the middle of the club! But you and that plain sh*t you do in need of help Know Jai ate off his own plate, I feed myself So when you move like Chess when you rap, you cheat yourself! Do you, G - why!? ‘Cause it’s better to be yourself! n***a, how you gon’ act!? It’s a couple reasons you gon’ die, and they all factual Aye, I (A.I.) don’t practice, it’s all natural The other reason? ‘Cause you simple and wack Sugar honey iced tea: he don’t say sh*t when he rap I give y’all barsYou from Jersey, you steal cars We shoot up cars - it’s nothin’ to scrap! Get hit wit’ a flat left, leave you stuck where you at Yeah, I snuck in a gat, but this the streets I keep a long blade to stay cautious f**k the side! I’mma cut across the wrong way: I’m Jai-walkin’! (jaywalkin’) You make your whole camp look bad, but they all frontin’ I’m on Jai block wit’ a .40 and a Westbrook mask: that’s 400 I’m that mean A dyke wit’ OCD: the strap clean I talk different, but I keep it hood when I’m spittin’ at you BWAOW! Now your cloth different Let’s see how good he look in his suit Came to put him in a casket, I ain’t wanna ride Blame Smack - he put the Cloth on a baldhead, like it’s summertime! Every bar is a sensation! His raps got no feel I’m Michael Scofield: I’m pen-breakin’ Fresh pack of bogies: n***a, the Sig (cig’) shakin’! (*Dougy takes the next 15 seconds to remember the rest of his round, waving his arm to call time*) It’s Round 3, and it’s time for me to level up They said I need that Jai vers’ Rosenberg and Showoff But I’m like, “That’s cool, but at this point, I could give several f**ks.” Metal tucked I mean, you gon’ die at any moment But to get your ditch, Doug (dug), it’s only right I pick the shovel up URL brought Dougy life, right? Well, I’mma bring Dougy death Hit him wit’ the piece, in Peace is where I’ll have Dougy rest Nonetheless, if the judge ask why I did it, I must confess I hit him wit’ the Pitbull on purpose I mean, I know I can’t curse, Your Honor, but in other words, that just mean I left Dougy F’d But f**k that Y’all wanna know why I turned cold-hearted? Not this past year, but I lost my grandmother last year So f**k top, mid, or bottom - at that point, that was my last tier (tear) A lot of n***as told me I wouldn’t last here Two SMACKs within 10 months - you do the math here But you? A fraud, talkin’ ‘bout all that raw you pitchin’ Paint a perfect picture for y’all, but see, it’s all a image I used to get it Had my ex movin’ Os without the hugs and kisses Which mean we only interacted when involvin’ business I’m from the South Ward, where every block get barricaded Not ‘cause n***as havin’ block party, but ‘cause n***as gettin’ assassinated, decapitated If you got a strap, most likely you gon’ have to spray it So know I don’t just rap to rap, n***a, I have to make it But you? You just tryna make it in everybody top 5 Which let me further know outside of battle rap, you are not live Claim that he bang, but if he jam, he gon’ change, drop dimes Hit him wit’ the carbon, he gon’ die like oxide! Yo, this gon’ remind y’all of Hassan when I pistol-whip him wit’ the Heat Gash deep, y’all gon’ see the white side (Whiteside) His left side blew (blue), but blood leakin’ out the right side! That’s gang sh*t when I bang sh*t out the Glock .9 You a jackboy, mayne (Jakkboy Maine)? Well, I’m a rider (Ryda) at the right time! That’s the 2-on-2! And if that ain’t too complex for him That mean you gambled wit’ your life wit’ Snake Eyez Which means you was the one to (two) die right next to him But they told me I better not let Doug be Don’t let up, foot on his neck, he won’t breathe Strap between his eyes, let Doug see Piece full (Peaceful), send a shot from the Cal’, boy (Cowboy): set Doug Free! But you and that plain sh*t you do in need of help Know Jai ate off his own plate, I feed myself So when you move like Steams when you rap, you cheat yourself! Do you, G - why!? ‘Cause I was told it’s better to be yourself! n***a, how you gon’ act? What you spit basic, so let’s get into that dummy sh*t Wave a arm over your head: that’s a typical Dougy flip I’m sponsored by two liquors, I’m on some F’in’ (Effen) Puffy sh*t Walk up on him, Diddy-boppin’, then let the .50 rock him Or I could give him the little blade, my deuce flipped him He get sprayed wit’ the little can’: I Cool-Whipped him I’m f**kin’ ready, I’m comin’ and airin’ MAC (Mack) on me: I’m cool pimpin’ But it’s heavy, clumsy mechanic: the tool slippin’ His crew wit’ him? That’s more bullets Like a death in the family, y’all all feel it! If it’s a death in my family, I’ll put heat on my block, I’m warm wit’ it Speakin’ of Lonzo...these kicks nasty! I’m havin’ a Ball wit’ it! Windows up, windows up, they all tinted I’m drivin’ through Jersey, that’s where they steal cars at The cops found Jai in the middle of a carjack That was a bar, scrap, ‘cause the letter J in the middle of “carjack” After I dump that, I heard the cops comin’ I’m runnin’ like, “f**k that.” I hit my lawyer phone, he get busy, fam’ I call him my “Mr. Cleaner” But he a Missy fan ‘cause he got me a Misdemeanor I told Smack, “I need the heater.” I got a Suge deal - the Shotgun he gave me was dirt-cheap But it had a scope on it...that mean the arm came wit’ a Surf reach! Next stop? Jersey I ran in his crib, put a gun to his kid I told him, “You gettin’ clapped if you talk.”, so he stayed wit’ his mouth closed Soon as Jai walked, he got the strap from the Cloth: I gave him a house robe He tried to fight back, I figured he might, though He swung with the wrong right (write): I left him wit’ a typo! But why Roy Jai wit’ these punches, when I hold a revolver? Lay him down wit’ a BaldHead: meet my Antonio Tarver! They always mention Dougy when they spittin’ rounds Think about it - everybody different now That’s my sh*t - shout outs to me, I started that But if they ever say Jai (J) was a star, it was prolly Z like a starter cap You never strapped He prob’ly be around Glocks, but you just need a flame You hear shots, my drum pop - we don’t air (ear) the same I been in the game Wit’ these arms, I’m usually nervous, but not today After I pop the ‘K, the Sixers without Julius Erving You gon’ need a doctor, Jai (Dr. J) Time
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