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[Round 1: Rum Nitty] You finally made it back huh... Good, now you can shut yo' big bitchin', cryin' suckin' dick to get back on Smack Reneging on your contract lookin' ass up I'm bout to kill you in the building, I don't care who they got on camera winnin' Cause all these tickets got copped, to see us black live...that's what matters Nigga I get at you bitches, I ain't gotta ride with a TEC Cause I'm intending to (10 and 2) put hands on Will (wheel) like you drivin' correct I don't run from scuffles, I'll knuckle up you I've been with it, walk up on Crippin' and have Blood running from you Big ass Eagle and a MAC, you don't want the trouble First the .50 point then the ten assist I call it a double double Bust it, take too many shots, then it's game over After that, I hit to wake up Ill...that's a hangover I come back with straps killin', back to back, two fours Buck out the Cadillac Williams But I got a chop' that I open heads with Fuck Shine! This K got a "I know he dead" kick! I'll body that nigga, you copy that? Vehicular homicide, I'm a Pontiac killer Damn homie, in U.F.F. you was the man homie Fuck happened to you? You had opportunities too, Smack gave you the shot but you didn't sink in Make sense, he from Michigan, when he lead you to the water of course you didn't drink it I'm greasy, I pull out heat for something small Like over a dime 'n nick Will can (Dominique Wilkins) get 21 Or I'm reaching for the Hawk But you pack Berettas, you gon' clap whoever Stop it The shots that Will send ain't hittin', pussy: ask Ciara I'm in your city with a silencer, you can't hear me when it's blowin' Let it peel in the Yak, hit his roof: he didn't even know it I'm locin', keep all personal shits out your lines You copy? 'Cause you droppin' dirt can really turn into a body: that's Remember The Time I lift up the nine, your hype man get his mug clapped I'll do a square dirty hanging behind Will (wheel) that's a mud flap But the fans dick ride him, like "He's a vet, he spit fire." Well watch me O.D before the season, nigga: Len Bias Don't try it wit' us, couple sticks when we slidin' up 2 Ks hittin' everything like when the sliders up But you're a shotta right? Stop the hype 'Cause soon as I bust a move with the four, Will skates: I'm Hitman Holla nice No respect for him, I'll X you out have your set mourning Pen, you let Ill in Team Homi? I should give you lead Poison I got the little nine, compact, mini size Ditch that, the shit I ride back with BIG: Hypnotize We all strapped, shit'll fly, niggas live Even my miss carry (miscarry), you won't make it out this bitch alive I came back with the K out, this is a prison escape I'll put one up north, then your Attica breakout Get laid out, that little piece won't make the kill But the shit I carry under would, then let Jesus take the Will! I'm fo' real For real, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide or I'll do the job You decide, kill yourself! [Round 1: Ill Will] What in the fuck happened? Never mind, I don't wanna talk about the shit, I hate that Y'all motherfuckers O.D.'in on Rum, cause y'all ain't have no straight Yac My nigga Zay had a "Nino on the roof" line against you You tweaked it and said it to Ave to take my nigga's spot It's like my mans own a car dealership and you a thief... Seeing this how you stole from my nigga Lot' You good in the small room, get on the big stage then a nigga like Rex kill you How y'all gon' put dude on now? Another Crip nigga scared to catch a body, that's Snoop on trial Oh you tough Nitty? I can't tell fam' Strap around his head, point it down at him like Quailman Oh you tough Nitty? I bet you hardly fight I'm in Phoenix with a nine shootin', I'm Dan Majerle nice You ain't tough Nitty, I think you actin' out I was 15 when my mama was findin' them same type burners you rappin' 'bout Between Pontiac and New Orleans? Crazy, little shit talk Sellin' weed on Bourbon Street, that's a French Quarter I don't like none of you niggas, that nigga Mack my homie I ain't acting funny, as far as the east coast if you ain't Team Homi or Wolf then back up from me I let two fours bang, New York slang You gon' be a dead ass if you act a donkey Gritty type, I'm tryna fuck Nitty wife He mad, the piece will get him high, he'll live a hippie life Hit him twice Bullets rip through tissue, leave his kidney sliced I'm in a fortune, tellin' these hoes to keep the strap on 'em that's a Gypsy dike Pussy! fuck is you talking 'bout? Where KG? Hey yo Kevin will this power forward show you I'm the O.G that I Hawk 'em out? Atlanta Hawks, you know Kevin Willis, power forward, O.G, Atlanta Hawk It's crazy cause I can pull a .40 too and land a Hawk Hey Will check, I'll put something in his head... It's not a tumor If I hit him, docs gon' need Rum in the O.R... it's not a rumor If you see choppers, you gon' need doctors I fixin' to put my shoe in this pussy, that's a peach cobbler My nigga Ray from Finkle no bullets? Dan Marino bullets, accuracy no leeway Shit got his head hangin' out the window while he driving, Ace Ventura on the freeway You see this though? How they go crazy, after this shit y'all gon' have to heighten the fee Red head chick in Sister Act cause none (nun) nicer than me How you gon' fuck with me? You can't get wit' him I was his gunner cause he knew I kill whether I was on stage or in the whip with him You can't step to me, nice weaponry, words heavenly I told my nigga what I be doin' when I got here (What's that?) Bodying (body in) this bitch like a pregnancy I come to your house, me myself and my beam Droppin' shit in your yard; Me Myself & Irene Talkin' 'bout how your TEC spit, nigga you ain't gon' stretch shit If Will took a bullet from him, he was an extra on Fresh Prince Nine grip, spine hit No talking just arms stutterin' like a mime glitch I catch him rappin' on his block like "Oh I think he want a Jihad" You came to Smack fiendin' for Roc now you got Ill, that's Pookie in the rehab Hey you wanna trade meat seekers, heat seekers or meat cleavers? Let's have a gruesome time Shotgun buck at your nose, who wanna do some lines? I ain't with the game, I'm really with the shit I got proof on cam' that I've been in them Troy Ave type incident So nigga watch your tone before my dawg bring the K to ya And have me assaultin' (a sultan?) a west nigga like Saudi Arabia I got different ethnic groups that I can get, to get you touched up Fuck the Jamaican rum, I got a shot of Puerto Rican rum that'll get you fucked up I'm in yo' hood, big sack, probably have a brick around me If y'all was the Laxative Gang y'all wouldn't take the shit up out me Killin' me? That got's to be dreams My hypotheses leans towards me turning Rum invincible and O.D.in' on him that's a Constantine scene The jig up, Louisville bat fuckin' these ribs up KC Anthony vision gone, I can't see how I been fuckin' these kids up Two timin', I'm strapped, two .45, .357 I'm two timin' Rum runnin' like Lucky Luciano 'til my dude find him Let 8 off (Adolf) before I skate off, now his jewels (Jews) mindin' Put Rum in the back across they lines, I'm moon shining Nigga just worry about what I'm saying, and don't worry about what I got on But if you is worried, it's this dick for yo' moms You bitch-ass nigga!!! [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Y'all gave cuz from the slum slums That dump guns in tum tums for hun-buns Will get stupid, I'll let this open up Ill lid or it (illiterate) air heads with a dum-dum! I was up in the hotel, loadin' rounds for cousin, big rounds I'm stuffin' They say Ill in the lobby, I grab the nose runnin', I'm coming down with somethin' Let fo' split him, go across your dome 'til it swole drippin' They ain't even recognize you was Ill, no symptoms These niggas know I don't play, Cain in the liquor store When I let the .40 go, break The Desert Eagle 24K Think Drake label, I hold the gold bird over yo' (OVO) face Blaow! The hammer burst, show you how the ladder work Pull up with it, whoever in front get injured: that's the Madden curse I bag you first, try to take mine I'm flippin' Show out what's hangin' off the belt next It's suicide if he try robbin' William I body clowns, death the only option now, chopper loud Black capo, El Chapo style you copy now? Clips hold a lot of rounds Soon as I catch Ill, nine'll go off: Foxy Brown You see me spazzin', I'll drawn down on 'em squeeze the ratchets Both shootin', I line up the arms like Adidas jackets I go live for real, so if you're looking for a homi You chasing waterfalls this how these bitches get bodied clear Listen pimpin', these shotgun shells runnin' backs, I'll Ricky Williams Or a big MAC, throw 18 Will 'll really be feelin like a semi hit him Use your dome, 'for I pistol whip it Gun butt, the ass sit on his forehead like he Jimi Hendrix The punchline really kill him Cause it had a BIG setup like Diddy did it I wish a big nigga try to act live So I can .357 one (350, 7'1"), thinkin' he Shaq size Scrap why? Let a hundred out the strap fly Clip like a half moon, walk up and make you back slide You think your man fire, I'll cook him Niggas know I come out fighting, Vampire in Brooklyn Get your shit pushed in, I got hot ones and the heat still (steel) Still I'm sayin' if I get the Temptation I gotta let 'em Free Will Get you slayed, the tool blaze a few spray Put two across the front of a Yac nigga, that's what the deuce say (D'ussé) Fuck you! I'll lay a pussy out stretched The first round in your chest Ill, Rookies vers' Vets You vex? Fuck what you feel like, Nitty grip the steel tight Peel twice, trust me it done killer is something you ain't built like I pop shit up real life, remind you of a whip in London how the shotgun left Will (wheel) right I'm real nice, my niggas are hittin' Michigan now Havin' squeezin' in the glove like Simpson on the trial Blaow! All I do is clap niggas, I'm good with the Hollow It goes through the Yac nigga, like Goodz did the bottle Bitch I already told 'em I'm 99% gun line the other one is the slogan Kill yourself [Round 2: Ill Will] Shut your punchline bitch ass up I mean we like it but it ain't that often that the stuff is tough To be Frank Nitty, I kill your kin Nitty and it's inces... I'm just playin', I'm 'bout to fuck you up It's Training Day if I come to your do' Crooked 12 bury him, Denzel can't get money from under the flo' Y'all know "Training day, crooked 12, Denzel, money from under the floor" that was some slick shit That's the last time I'm bringing anything back, cause he be doin' that bitch shit Don't talk while I'm rappin', I'll fight, I'll ruin his plans Ricky Bobby first interview, you wouldn't know what to do with these hands Sleep on anything that I'm sayin' then these'll wake him up Treat your jaws like Debo and Felicia scrap, the knee'll (Nia) break 'em up He cross me, he better leave, jet speed I'll have my dog bothering your family, that's a pet peeve Big funny forty, Mo'nique I'm on some slick shit Oh we thought I forgot the K Bow! Left him open minded, it ain't my op' to miss sticks (optimistic) Flame his top like Ghost Rider, oh yeah the chrome is with me Take his Face Off, nickel his (Nicolas) cage then I'm Gone In 60 I'm that National Treasure they been lookin' for Rum Anywhere I go I'm the bomb there Oh you been in jail? I lift this inmate in the sky that's Con Air I play the hand I was dealt, I'd rather stay in Solitaire than cut him like Spades you know I'm 'bout that life But I'll still pull his bitch, poke her (Poker) face and pull his card off the Gin Rummy ain't bout that life You wanna bang nigga? Bang Come outside and stack in my face, I'll let a shell burst Break your hands and turn them C's the other way, Jaz you want a Chanel purse? I'm in your OG house, I'll tell you why yo' mama scared of me Old .50 bustin' in her face I'm Ron Jeremy I got new straps, fresh prints (Fresh Prince), the semi splittin' him Watch Will bring these boys to men (Boyz II Men) like Nicky christening Aye man, they promoted me quick as a killer, I wasn't even on the job long My arms out your arms gone, turn Rum to bob; Oblong Oh you west west, I guess you think you 2Pac Well I'll shoot two Glocks and leave you two shot I can tell your cloth and cut for longevity like when FUBU dropped Nigga who you got? KG? Y'all niggas act like boyfriends Which one of y'all niggas play the king? Cause I got a Freddy Mercury .40 that'll play lead singer for the Queen It's about respect tho', it's more than paper I send you to watch your maker, I got a white boy that'll put a Colt .45 in Rum, he want a boilermaker I ain't playin', I ain't got hit him Ain't no need for dumpin' the heat Traffic in China, your chin'll get stuck in the street I'll hit your papa with the pump, this shit fun believe me Niggas who think they buff get bagged well done and easy Rum ya cheesy, but I got something in the plans Two pistols, so I brought something for your mans Spider Man sex tape, you'll be fucked on the web if I come (cum) with something from the hand I'm berserk, come to your house your wife alert But you gon' see the riffle first On God you gon' lose everything in your core in the end (Corinthians) but this ain't a Bible verse You testin' my patience bitch, Smack ain't make this pick I'm Pontiac mixed with a little bit of revelation shit My man blast from his (blasphemous) left and right like a reckless Atheist You know what I'm sayin' bitch? My niggas pressed to get at you Oh yeah they know you shook, they can see it in your glare They pressed to get at you, president statue I set 'em free you'll be lickin' (Lincoln) in the chair Nigga, who you barkin' to hoe? The Larkin do blow I keep pullin', it look like a ten year old walkin' Cujo I see myself, all in hoein' your clique, smokin' yo' shit Foldin' yo' whip, .22 to your daughter, .44 to yo' bitch Then I give you a ring from another number like, "Bro' I let my phone in your whip." Carpentry on his chest, felon with a hammer I'm dominatin' Same shape holes fill with metal call that contemplatin' I'm back bitch! I go well and proper I go well with choppers, Ill Will with lamas I turn Don Cheadle crib to Hotel Rwanda I been fuckin' that little skank ass hoe, her and Rum they stay beefin' This dick keep her away from Rum more than an AA meetin' You mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga Cuz I ain't braggin' You come to my hood and I ain't dappin', shots fly Turn True Religion into a Kanye fashion Burst pipes I doubt if you really get it shakin' like a stripper on the first night Y'all just holla real, just a stripper hoes talkin' shit 'til I put the green light on 'em like Dollar Bill Just worry about what I'm sayin' nigga, don't worry about what I got on But if you is worried, it's this dick for your mom's mom You bitch ass nigga [Round 3: Rum Nitty] They say Nitty gon' run outta bar soon, cause I been hittin' shit for months Not true, Math Hoffa excuse, staying hungry is the secret to the punch I been grippin', dawg lift up from the side like a Pit pissin' Fuck a scuffle, I come off the buckle snappin'; Sid Vicious Bitch nigga get disfigured A hundred in the clip, it lick long as a Kiss member They gave me Clips? Nigga? Then they brought me here with him... Cryin' Indian, this trash gon' make me drop a tier (tear) again Fuck what he talkin' 'bout, I'm the next best pen respect that Bringin' in the whole west west with me all jet black Runnin' down on your set catch 50, I air bags come out, Will don't wanna catch wreck with me And I empty, nigga play if you want And I lick a shot, soon as you call your Jamaican for Rum Where you from, get killed over kicks Bogus shit no flu game, but they show you how to steel (still) play if your Jordan's sick I tell you you a bitch, then these hands follow Fast combo, nasty right, caught Ill in the mouth, that's Mono Get clapped pronto, call him up, and I leave your Jamaican smokin' that's Fronto I keep shells for bitches I makin in the point to take you out in Brooklyn so I'm darin' (Daron) Williams Your family'll get air with millas I run in and let my man end his (Menendez) brothers I'm an apparent (a parent) killer Leave your whole mid section cleared out They'll see smoke comin' out your back Will (wheel) if I peel out Steel out, hop out the van with that flyin' The stick bodyin' Will (stick body in wheel) that's a handicap sign Make you kiss the strap then shoot The grill 'a (Gorilla) get shot by the kid, that's Cincinnati Zoo But all your shit is basic you simple minded if Will amaze you 'Til I get the swingin', ball bat I Willy Mays (will amaze) you I really blade you, have you pourin' on screen like Wayne did it Try to wrestle, it'll fire from off the buckle like Kane entrance But your strap blammin', that's ass backwards Rakim Sprite commercial how your can' jammin' Keep your head up and see a hand cannon This a game you ain't chose to play like ask Madden Two MACs at him, but if I put the guns up that'll be bad friend...I'll come back stabbin' West west hashtag it I already told 'em bitch kill yourself [Round 3: Ill Will] Somethin' just fuck me up, and it just hit my head I told the nigga I been drill, I wasn't just born gutta When you see Will back smokin' then burn rubber Don't that sound like something he just said? Fuck it Nitty when I be fuckin' your mama, this what it sound like She be feelin' a certain way about it cause you be in the other room But I make the whore accept it She loves when I bust in her mouth and sooth her throat she got me stored in her phone as "Chloraseptic" You mad Nitty? Well I'm glad Nitty You mama pussy so good, I won't mind being yo' dad Nitty I'm talkin' 'bout, pay all the bills Play catch with you Drop you off to class Nitty Anytime I wanna give up on you as a Cripping son I just glance over at that ass nigga Enough about my bitch tho', y'all see Nitty vs Steams? Dawg this nigga said "Jordan in the flu game you'll get the .38 playin' sick" I said "god daaamn!" this nigga came with his gun out with a full clip Well listen here, you wanna be Mike? A bald head'll have you flyin' through the sky with your tongue out for that Bull shit Pull quick, one sway I'm fuckin' 'em all up .40 on point like Shawn Kemp bringin' the ball up Aww fuck, they done woke up the commando Rambo hit him on side of his whip in the west, he ain't had to stomp out Orlando Cans blow big heater Ya bitch try to run I bet the fifth reach her I killed Magic, Ars, now you bitch? I'm the Crip (crypt) keeper Magic killed you, Rex killed you, O-Red killed you, Danja Zone killed you Oh but you with URL they investin', they lovin' you, huh? We need a mandatory election, respiratory infection Chess (chest) was fuckin' you up Oh you mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga .45 in his face I bet he'll beg I'll hate the pump ugly with this ratchet like Peggy in bed But oh you Tom Cruise with the Risky Business Fuck a movie nigga I'm really wit it You got a lil' girl, lil' boy in ya house this handgun 'll turn to Chris Hanson any minute What you wanna do? We ain't on neutral ground, I can get Smack hit in Traffic if I wanted to Oh you got the .45 in your coat? And you bust it too? This nigga playin' with it... Rum in Coke it's nothin' new Full toy, another contract kill is what bring my dude joy Spot him at the bitch long stick, catch everything in the water like a pool boy I hate to hit you but I got to You ungrateful bitch you Pretty Desi, she pretty and she made to fit you See try angles (triangles) so I let her (letter) in the middle like a Free Mason symbol I deserve honor This pussy probably curve drama, I burst Llamas I always got the strap on my like... like Verb mama If I show the face, then you get the bookin' Black MAC barkin' in his face that's Bernie on Cuba Gooding Don't be a menace nigga these bars [?] But you grown ass barely can step off the porch you Bartholomew Cans is spittin', if I put something to his head it ain't a aneurysm If I hand cock on you all (wall) it ain't vandalism Aye yo, I'm grabbin' torpedoes, my raps is fo' below I'm sellin' that rock but I ain't actin' Hovito You clappin' at me hoe? But ain't half of my fee tho' I'll put Rum in a shaky situation and ice this fruit, let's have a Mojito Llama out, I'll show you what I'm about K clip hangin' like my dick walkin' through yo' mama house Troops in the Tahoe and two cans'll follow Hit his right, he won't be able to turn left like a Zoolander model This nigga don't hurt me when I'm everywhere the work be He can bring 300 the snub nose steel (still) ring all over your face like Xerxes This hoe 30, OK this where the shit switchin' All you talk about is guns, all I used to use was guns big difference They miss that feel that you can't give 'em that's why I got to switch that up This all "I get it jumpin' for the quarter off the top cause I-" Shut you bitch ass up! Hoe ass nig-hey Smack I thought I was your gunner nigga I helped keep this shit alive Nigga Mook and Lux askin' for 50 y'all get mad when I ask for 5? I thought I was your gunner Smack, you said you believed in me I put up a couple Tweets now I'm blocked from season 3? I thought I was your gunner Smack, I was born savage I come back you got gay bow tie and niggas and Christian porn addicts I thought I was your gunner Smack I really thought I was your gunner These niggas do diss tracks see the nigga and y'all ain't do shit to 'em I go in a nigga's shit and do a diss track about shit I did to 'em I thought I was your gunner Smack, I was on my job nigga Got all these niggas talkin' about that dope like they can't get robbed nigga I thought I was yo- you know what? I don't even wanna put it on the flo' Cause if I put it on the flo', I wanna put on a show And I don't do interviews and blogs I don't stress nonsense So this gon' be my party and this is our Press conference Here goes the rules y'all included, raise your hand I'll point at you we open discussion Say your name and where you from then ask me your question Y'all ready? Is y'all motherfuckers ready? Let's go [Crowd] Mo Mula from the Bronx. What you tell a nigga gettin' beat up? [Ill Will] C'mon man it gotta be URL pertaining. I should've stopped you If this was Facebook or Twitter I would've blocked you Okay next question [Crowd] Why we ain't battle on U.F.F.? [Ill Will] Some lame bitch shit I made some motherfuckin' Tweets, niggas got mad, I show up and I ain't had no plane ticket I came to motherfuckin' B.E.T. like, "Laura, somebody's tryin' to blackball me." She said, "Blackball you? Oh, that's a no go But you know they do they shit on the regular so they had to call Sno But I will see you my nigga But it wasn't on me These niggas was mad at me cause I want to be free I'm like, "Damn bruh, I can't do my thang?" That ain't-they tryin' to do some slick shit Y'all don't be mad when Clips be doin' that bitch shit Next question! White guy in the back! [Crowd] Why didn't Magic show up? St. Louis. Bennet [Ill Will] Oh man, you should've learned from him. They would've stopped you If this was Facebook or Twitter. I would've blocked you Last question just cause you asked that bullshit, I'm out [Crowd] This nigga dead why you still rock wit him? [Ill Will] One hundred. You know what? I call my Jamaican y'all I said, "Bro what's happenin'? You know I'm waitin' on it wit a full clip." Y'all know what he said? (What'd he say?) Nothin' cause I gotta watch y'all to make sure they ain't on no bullshit Yak Town in this bitch!
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