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[Round 1: Tay Roc] Smack, look what you got him into The grave i'ma guide him into When you die, you better hope that you sent to that god i'm into If God ask why I did it, Ima say "God I meant to." Mad it took me 4 years to get him I shoulda got him in 2 Now you ain't movin' me with your slick talk and struggle stories I'm nice with this and that, who goin' be trouble for me? If i swing i'ma connect like you should hustle for me My gang was bangin', your head was crackin' and now your blood is on me. Test Roc Get a cracked head and a neck shot. Paralyzed from the neck down, he can't even play his Xbox Ayy! You said you wanna clothesline me? You will get head locked, DDT'd, leg dropped and X Pac'd There's wins under my belt you're another I'll take the strap Sean Paul make it clap on a buster your a sucker I don't give a fuck about you or your mother, they say i'm looney and a maniac I tried to warn a brother You're not a crook, think Roc is shook till your top get pushed i'll get this bitch bagged with the strap, thats a pocket book Floss on my block chain get snatched, watch get took You ain't got a hard bone in your body, octopus Serial number scratched off that's how a Glock should look, this shit freestyle it spit 16 without the hook, i'm Harley Davidson I could show you how a chopper look, the clip drop out it won't get to see how college look Ay Surf, You disrespect me, no bullshit you I'ma make you apologize then show you what a four give you, thinking 'bout touching my property i'll mortage you Fuck you need to put it in subtitles or somethin'? I said touch my property i'ma show you where the morgue get you Fuck who you battled, stop, you facing me Gun bar king nigga this Roc don't play with me I catch your daughter on the block this is not her place to be, then a shell raise your kid like an adoption agency If I holler "get him" they all get him, they target him, bullet hit the glass leave the car spinning no dodging them, your head ram on a steering wheel like the dodge emblem Two nines nina, nicki you can menage with them They all mention "Roc kill him. Don't let him kill you first. We love your gun bars and we hope you brought millions worth." You will get murked. Fantastic with the four you'll get stretched when I flame on, the thing silver Surf Roc is dope and anybody that test it knows. Any gun that come with a stock, we invest in those, you'll get shot in your face back of your head explode when this burner ring it ain't on an electric stove I said, his kid get taken we bringing her back to Maryland I hit Surf like "I know you want her back, what you carrying? Send me bands or ima make a movie and we sharing them you'll see sections missing out your baby like a cesarean." I run in his place gun on my waist when i'm airing them, i'll put more space in that room then a planetarium You gang bang what, i'm supposed to be scared of him? I will have you and your flag hanging off a balcony like i'm proud to be an American There's a bounty on his head what's the bread worth im on his block limping with a biscuit, Fred Durst He get pistol whipped till his head burst, this shit in my hand from Japan, tsunami gon' hit it head first. Light Bars! [Round 1: Tsu Surf] I don't need the reaction I don't need the gas I don't need none of that *clears throat* Lets chop it up Roc. Y'all pay attention while I bag this is now Tsu Surf on Smack 101 class. And for a small fee, y'all see, cook crack all 3. You get when a Young B and Tall T Before I leave I gotta empty this ratchet You ain't gotta guess whats in my jeans ima clap it Old navy guns, put a gap up in his attic Kenneth Cole is what Roc'll wear in his casket No subtitles at all, i ain't even trying to make riddles Roc 'Member i told Brixxx about that blade on that arc and saw? You don't even want that a little Roc I mean I like your potential I don't think that you wack, I just really hate the fact that you addicted to Smack He gave you battles back to back to back, we watched your stock rise to the ceiling. That's the same shit he did to DNA before he paid you to kill him Wanna know how all this make you a piper? You ain't top 5 highest paid, no Wild n' Out no BET cypher but you put in all this work Damn battling back to back to back for next to nothing don't come with no perks? See Tay Roc the fiend and Smack the pipe and with all them bars, we know he don't need a light First nigga that kill him he gone that's something we can see now I know y'all want bars patience, we getting Roc off the glass like a rebound But I get it Smack I get it, everybody need a shooter to sample the work when you cop shit If you ain't got a test dummy for dummy tests you ain't got shit Y'all know I love basketball with this I could not miss you need a nigga to see if the white hard then Roc it You got a name dummy, you so busy trying to tell us how you cock it and pop it pay attention Tay, Smack rocking your pockets Young Kannon, Ill Will, JC look at your past Roc thought you was gonna get away when them average bars, not so fast Roc Screaming that's light so we can think its light ass Roc Jupiter, he plant it in your head and y'all gas Roc I bought a whole 'nother 16 that is not for the booth, Tom Shep' in the playground y'all gon' see me air rock when I shoot Smack said no defense. He get in the car i'm right there put him in the choker. Rib cage 100 times hit him with the poker. Burn the body and the car cuz help me get the nigga over, cops looking for Roc like neighborhood smokers Think he waist deep now till' baby boy meet Melvin. I Pull up like Snoop choppers out like Welven, HA got him! Everybody masked he don't know who shot him Smack said "Tay" I said "easy hearse" holes in his tee look like he died in a Yeezy shirt We potato anything for the blast, that .38 make hash browns, that .40 make mash, that trey-five-seven make fries, close range I put coleslaw on the side. God! So many options I could put a nine to this nigga or mac to his belly like banana in his mouth ima drop a dime on this nigga You ain't have no gun bars when you battled O Red, I showed you what that gun do "Its my biggest battle ever Surf appreciate your style-" Go ahead lie if you want to This your graduation you wanted me i ain't want you. Mastered the art of war how could he possible son Tsu? If Smack woulda told me "you ain't getting your other half son get your ass the fuck outta-" Boy them words could even fit in my mind, I woulda ran that long nose across Smack like I was hitting a line Hey Jesus you gave me so many things I think it's time we even the pot. A token of my appreciation whether you need it or no. A gift, in a box you should see what you got. Shit I feel like a Jew hitting Jesus with rock Jersey! [Round 2: Tay Roc] They all say try something new. But still again, I stick to what I know, that's kill, kill, and kill again. What's in these clips ain't blanks, should I fill him in? He get iced with a tray and a box be what you chilling in You fuck with 12 like afternoon. i ain't done yet around midnight we gon' ride out on son set. Watch they break when son rise this one tech, your family mourning, Tsunami gon' be the one wet, son trip Get on some dumb shit, fuck around buck-fifty your right cheek then switch sides like I jumped ship I shoot up your house over one brick He ain't wanna give up his coke so the bullet is what son kiss I came to take your life besides that I don't want shit, pump like the terminator, pistol with the drum clip i'm dumb pissed My shooter an alcoholic he'll lick a shot above the rim, he flip on some bum shit Gun bar king by far the best flow I snap on him, crocodile jaw then the death roll, it look like they running track when this cartridge let go. I fire the .38 like on your mark, get set, go Death threat, lets bet Roc could do that i'll take this g money I am not a new jack I just copped a new strap his whole top get blew back I hit this cat in the hat and they gotta doctor Tsu's cap I studied the test, this shit mastered. You can't hustle me with that jazz i'm official i ain't a bitch rapper New shit scope custom made by Lenscrafters the dual mag got him thinking that the clip backwards And it hold around 50, headshot docs gotta make up his mind, that shit sound picky I bang at dog 'till the pound empty I went to Detroit and this shotgun ain't scared to come outta town with me Shots fired and you ain't save if your vest 'round, fuck a battle everything in this clip is my best round, you'll get the first second and next round boy you will lose dna from what i'm throwing up that's a chess round dig me? Smack got me battling the "reach god", where the fuck you think you gonna get sent if I reach? God I see him reach I reach for mine like what you reaching for fuck who reaching more you getting clapped if you reach for yours Save all that preaching for church I don't do lectures, you put on shows 3 for 1 you being too extra I told your bitch if she knew better she'd do better, instead of jumping the gun ima just let Tsu press her, am I reaching? Yup. Just for the heat to cool him off before he hopped in this ring he knew he lost them toolys draw he layed out in the street with his coofy off Think Chinese food, when I aim it at Tsu he sauced Smack i'm tryna drop 30 of them out you ever had bad luck that's what this area about, black cats cross your path they carrying him out, walk under this ladder, superstition will be the last thing you worrying about Why test me even the quiz knows I love rivals, catch him at the subway he'll think he ran into some blood rivals, when I see this meatball ima let them slugs spiral, Surf will be under turf after all of them sub-titles [Round 2: Tsu Surf] You said "run up on Tsu he sauce" I just bought these to look good, I guess I gotta bang one If this cat don't get cooked this shrimp gonna get rolled back to where he came from I get your generals tossed for some kid shit, hollows to his cage that's how you make rib tips Only thing I believed in that last verse was "yo" that shit is wack, lately Biggs ain't been his hype man it's been this nigga Smack But if Smack think ima do anything close to lose then Smack dead let him run when I BOW BOW! Back head Gun still smoking, look around, "who agree with what smack said?" In Tay hood where I can find Roc and crack heads! Lets get this clear this does nothing for me Just another pile in my funds You got a lot of guns in your rounds I got a lot of rounds in my guns You got a daughter if i'm not mistaken, that's right, I catch her at the playground and do that lil bitch fresh-like, be having bad thoughts in my mind and sometimes I hate it, her sandals her legs shaking you can tell she won't make it Shit come from by my knee yo, woo woo woo, now we playing matrix Excuse me if I don't know but I never got caught and I pushed a lot, will I get possession with intent to sell or murder in the first for pushing Roc Cause if I gotta do it, i'm coming with a full clip, I start airing, pow Its about to be some bullshit Scottie Pippen long nose, it rose, Steve Kerr with the blower ask the center nigga on your block, they don't know a nigga colder Wanna know about the g I be? Son you should see me with the smith n' G-i-b-son he ain't even hear me put in Gibson I don't know too much about God but i pray when i'm with my friends you right its real light, why i don't respect your wins I pull up with two judges, reverend reading from Corinthians when it ends get drunk put in work to gin assist my sins They say how he was in church if he was in the street and was a hammer blower? Cause Saturday night lights turn into palm Sunday morning nodding on grandma shoulder P.S. a L will make you look bad I do you wrong bro P-s-a-l-m that's Psalms bro I don't know how I get here, but it's my favorite place, i'll bow your head boy you better say your grace They put the "gun bar king" against a nigga that really caught hommies, this might be my biggest stage ever, fuck it apologize to the mommies I still got residue on my hands from the shotty, it's crazy Tay I still see bodies So when you think about your bodies you get Ill Will, JC, and DNA playback, I get BEEP BEEP BEEP and I can't say that! It's time to ride man i'm tryna make him do a semi, after i'm done leave he got 20 from the jimmy. And yall told me come with a full clip, Rodman, Dunleavy, Jimmy, he still ain't catching the bullshit You ain't have no gun gestures when you battled O Red I showed you how that tech pop, fathered your flow and smack his mother like abusive step pops This my second round and you won't get a round Roc, nah them goonies coming through I send them 'round Roc fuck who 'round Roc we rock whoever around Roc And if I gotta ride or something, all black disguise or something, timbos, cargos, mask with a .9 or something you gonna need God, hiding tips from Saddam or something, Freddy Gray that boy gonna die for nothing Was it too early for that? Probably, fuck it semi, sprayed the K, named it Freddy he gon' get 50 shades of grey [Round 3: Tay Roc] Pushover me, what makes you think Roc'll let you I'm way more bolder what makes you think Roc a pebble You got followers, views, that shit will not protect you, it was only so long that he could hide like Dr. Jekyll I gotta check you, you flex then I gotta stretch you, my arsenals a new AR and a K they thinking Roc the Rebel I used a shotgun, buckshots spread hitting Surf, Shotgun, Red the rest rock the Rebel I aim at you and who standing with him, read between the lines we don't fuck with bacon so the arm and hammers kill him Run up on me the cannon with him I do vandalism pistol whip till this man is getting an aneurysm You talk shit like the flavor good, 'til i'm strapped on your block like suck my dick sucka i'm in your neighborhood! All that shit you was talking quiet down cause if you really want it to be more i'll start a riot now, how that sound Fuck that why you try me you gonna kill yourself tryna kill me that's a kamikaze, I have it to where you missing, Jersey can't find Tsunami we put him where some nigga surfing gonna find the body They ask how do I prepare my rounds these shits witch crafted, I put a blade straight cross your face then zig zag it, I be strapped with an auto and semi-auto I mixed matched it, these shits precious and Mo'nique these my big ratchets I be riding with the ammo seventeen .38s i'll give you all the shots you possibly can handle We mob in all black but we don't try to be sopranos, i'm in the cut low-key like the left side of the piano All I do is order hits my shooters coming to lift the barrel, and you can't weave this hurr' cause it ain't meant to curl, that chrome nina a pretty girl the grip is pearl, every shot I send bad i'll put you in a different world Money dropping dimes out of pocket my boys will out him, pennies in the clip copperheads your boy's a problem this my favorite nickel piece i'll tell you more about him, i'll come to his residence, evil this shit will knock quarters out him His death i'll prepare it fuck this nigga thought, you gonna get me flame and go when I lift and spark, I stretch a nigga out forensics go and get the chalk, no eagle on me i'll take this bird shit with the hulk, flex I'll have him kissing the arms like Buff Bagwell, if I grab the mallet what's going be left next to this crab, shells See how every bar beating him up? Even my old bay told me this crab ain't seasoned enough, I keep it a buck I'm who family picked to battle you, I will battle everybody in your family pit then battle you, never have a problem in a state that I travel to, I come out the crib with the baby toy and it rattle too, i'm mad at you And ducking me is what they usually do I keep cats running like the sign on the puma shoe, you shoot at me I shoot back the feelings mutual. l will have you on i.v for the right numeral feel me I ran down on his clique with the mac 11, 2,3,4,5,6- I missed 9 but one ate 7, you gonna beat me? Still niggas lying tell you like I told the others I don't feel niggas rhymes who he foolin' with them steel gripping lines, fucking with me you get smacked we on real nigga time [Round 3: Tsu Surf] I guess it's time for me to be the hitman, another hallelujah, I had some great shit too but I ain't know if Freddy or Krueger We coulda did this in any state, Maine, Iowa, Jersey, Dakota, Kansas, Wichita, I know y'all thinking silly shit but that's code for a body let me tell you what it really meant The main reason I took this, I owe a body to Jersey, and with that this nigga die, the coat will be Kansas if I want you in a suit with your tie I was gonna take the free Willie route, thats jump over rock, but you been doing your number i'll admit you got colder Roc, to say you ain't watch me to get better you'd be a damn liar, steel sharpens steel but still it's a difference from cold and vampire Reese cup sized holes them Glocks will come out, ain't nothing candy bout me I should pop Roc in his mouth Glock make Roc cartwheel and that's a flips, i'll put Roc in a bag for the cash and that's a flip, or Roc get sent to the sky what's that? A NASA flip You think you better than Rajon, you out your mind Tay I be feeling like Parsons when I squirt, i'm thinking take son, tie son and throw him in the dirt, fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or something? Rajon, Monte, Parsons, Tyson, Dirk, i'm out my mind bro you got no shot surrounded by my shooters, Rondo I heard he was sleeping on Surf, crazy that's a dying dream, scar your face hold your seed to the animals Rafiki in Lion King It look like a construction site, wrecking balls, office, long steel beams over there, bulldozers to push rock, fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or something? Wanna wreck and ball fists, long steel beams, over bull those will push Roc All you hear is BLAOH when we saw Tay, pump shaved a bit, saw Tay, wanna play a game? Cool, Saw, Tay cops find him cooking in his blood, sauteed I catch Roc with his bitch, "what you doing round here?" Close range, face shot, let a round flare, blood brains splash on her brown hair, then Wrestlemania, Tay boo get a ladder while the crowd cheer You was looking like a fool tryna' tuck a whole shotty? Boy I was looking like Pecci tryna' trunk that whole body, go ahead swing i'm not for pushing, kill the house burn the crib cops SMELL that Roc is cooking I ain't glorifying drugs, ain't saying you should be clapping things, but who you hurt, what you sold? Nigga your jacket clean. What you bagged up? Tell us about your best flip, who you really shot? You ain't never wet shit! Your clip drop when you was done? You ever heard the tech spit boy we could flip his jacket inside-out Fresh Prince Jersey
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