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[Round 1: Charlie Clips] I hate talkin' in third person, but against Shotgun Suge you made Clips proud That whole "'Excuse Me Miss', I saw you from across the-" nigga, I ain't know you listen to Chris Brown You listen to R&B? Twork? The gangsta nigga with the hoodie that be hard and vicious? Didn't you get knocked for stealin' purses? Oh RnB stand for Rob 'n Bitches What? That was a reach? Nah, cause if I reach it's to make a real hit record with my piece The gun sang better than Chris but you cryin' from the bald head, that's Tyrese Grab the semi. let the auto tune 'Everything', that's Jacquees And from what I drew, he'll (Dru Hill) be able to get outta rehab, in nine weeks I'm old school R&B, if my niggas snap, then I snap, the whole group is flippin' Old school, meanin' if I get the Temptation my whole group is trippin' Ruger spittin', four singin' and one crackhead nigga, that's New Edition Ya squad SWV, cause in Total I see a group of bitches And y'all know SWV and Total was a group of- Those losses against Wavy, Mike P & DNA, they should've humbled you You beat Verb, barely, cause in the first round, oh he crumbled you And see that's why I compare you to a female singin' group Twork What? That line puzzled you? Well in four battles, I counted 3 L and 1 W (3LW) I'm a beast bredren, and the niggas I roll wit', just know they keep weapons And got everything, from razor blades to a knife, so you should keep steppin' All that rah rah shit, you can bring it over here, but you only got about three seconds Cause by law, you should get cut for that long ass delivery in C sections See that was just a couple lines that I came up wit' in my spare time But it's one line that I wanna address, and that's ya hairline You have been wearin' hats and hoodies since you was two If you really love ya hairline then you would let it show You have had the same barber for 20 years and it's time for you to let him go What do you have, a dandruff problem my nigga? Scratch yo' head, go 'head, let it snow Cause ya hairline is startin' to think you don't give a fuck either and it's time for you to let it know Like, "Yo Line I'm here (hair) for you. Fuck what these niggas think. You know I love you And I ain't hiding you from the world and I'm just tryin' to hide the world from you." Instead of robbin' women for they purses, you should rob niggas for they hairline, go 'head and take one Cause I'd rather you rob niggas for they hairline then to treat ya own like it was Drake's son And that ain't no disrespect to my nigga Drizzy That was just a line to let you know that your line is a little iffy But if I get half as mad Two choices: the Timberland (Timbaland) or the plastic bag, that's word to Missy I'll make ya aunt and mother eat each other out, them bitches old but they feelin' frisky I won't even jump in, I just control the 69 like 50 Headshot, I'll let the revolver pop ya chin Fuck a room, I want you to guess what barbershop I'm in Before battle rap I was loadin' the clippers Cuttin' niggas early mornin' on the wake up But I changed my life and I made a shot for little niggas like you to come and shape up But I still line Jersey niggas up, cause I got some serious chrome Now guess what barber shop I'm in nigga? Serius Jones Aye Jones, that's not a diss bro, on God But if you mad, you gotta stay mad Cause I'm puttin' every Jersey nigga in the freezer, it just depends on who I may tag (Maytag) Real Shotgun, and I got my shit stashed inside a grey bag They ain't seen a light skinned nigga with this kind of Arsonal since Ray Swag You Strapped In! No you not Baow, I let the fo' fo' pop Headshot, they had to do your obituary usin' Photoshop You say shit like, "I run in the church and make everybody and the Reverend Run; Jojo pops" I should leave ya body full of metal, since you got the same hairline as Robocop Aye Smack, do me a favor, don't put a top dog against these funny cats Go 'head and call me "ancient", but you the nigga that's gettin' mummy wrapped When you, Beasley and Chico, where the fuck did you find these dummies at? I love the strip club, but if this what you call twerk (Twork) I want my money back [Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said your grandma called me the other day You know I'm one of the smoothest cats She said, "You done earned this good ass cookin' baby you done bruised my back." I said, "you'll get used to that." She said, "I heard you battlin' by baby Bootsie" I said, "There's some truth to that." She said, "Please take it easy on him baby. I don't wanna see him lose the match." I said, "He 'bout to get that old Catholic school ass whoopin'. The ruler's back." This that okey doke They said, "Charlie Clips...late", my schedule was open though As I was too far to turn down the volumes, not even remotely close Overdose, they said, "How you gon' beat Charlie Clips? Bro the GOAT! Different from any statue face, I told 'em (totem) pose (poles) My rage jumpin', gauge dumpin If all else failed to put Charlie Brown in the field, {ch-ch} the great pump can (The Great Pumpkin) Y'all see how he had impersonations, that's all niggas doin' lately Like bigga .9, I'ma start makin' you niggas pay me You forgot about the little .9, that thing be goin' crazy And since Charlie bit me, it's one finger on the baby Crazy! You silly groupie That ain't me, let me show you how to really do it I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a coma Madness! I could snap at any moment You always fuckin' jokin', you might just die You can't wake up out the casket and say, "Sike I lied!" You fuckin' fool, bust a move, I dump a tool BAOW! Guess what room he in? The upper room! I brung it to him, I'm at his home I'm leavin' this muhfucka with a bag of bones The barrel long, one Glock shot will turn this into a hot spot; that alone (data lone) I'm grippin' the Nina, you ain't tell me what room you in? I'd rather figure the scene up Slide wit' this crept and see (discrepancy), that's the difference between us I go hard wit' my grind The gang get caught wit' this, we losin' the guns and doin' all of the time That's my family plan, I'm ready to put 'em all on the line I'm talkin' blaze ya brother, slay ya mother, bust ya grandma like the Wayans Brothers I'll blaze this fucker, Clips y'all hero? Mossberg 88 and I ain't showin' it for fashion So if Charlie villain wave a tool (Villanueve) it's comin' four from the Maverick You on a losin' streak, I got goons that creep, Ruger piece You know a (Noah) Ark? It's two apiece Deuce five; Jubilee 'Uh Oh', Lumidee Headshot, let it ring in Charlie's face; unity You wanna joke until I'm scorchin' a pound If a revolver spin like a carousel, he'll stop horsing around I laid it out? Had a few thought before I brought this razor out I'm thinkin' 'First name Charlie', last name "Yeah I Wonderin' If I Could Take You Out." It's uncanny, I pull out this 'Sweet Little 16' and get Chuck buried (Berry) I'm headed to Harlem, like "Fuck Wolf love" Shotty to his chest, hit ICE like the Titanic, I'm leavin' bodies on deck What, y'all ain't like that? Well I'm so muhfuckin' mean wit' it, I can bring that shit back and do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it .40 loaded on me, clip long as the Titanic, he barely survive like Jack and Rose, but I adore (a door) you holdin' on I'm doin' you foul Baow, baow, two to ya scalp If I let it ring again I be renewin' the vows Jersey [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Remember it's a boxing match. You gotta fight smart. Great first round kid [Girl from the crowd] Fight back! [Charlie Clips] Tell ya mother to fight back when I pipe that. Watch ya mouth Oh my god, he might take this battle serious Be happy little nigga, lotta people across the world been dyin' to get this Charlie Cause they know I got the gift to make twerk (Twork) look nasty like Cortez mother backin' it up at a Christmas party I overhead you tell niggas that you was lyrical Well see this the part where I break you down liar Cause all you do is use TV songs and commercials and put "baow" in the middle to make it sound fire Nigga be like, "When I pull out everybody get laid down, it's a full couch Everywhere you look, everywhere you- BAOW! Ain't nobody alive in that Full House!" And see y'all will go crazy like he just performed some kind of miracle Just because he screams and adds "baow" it does not make him lyrical Nigga be like, "I'm masked down, potato on the barrel, who smell a hash brown? Call JG Wentworth 877-Cash- BAOW! I want my cash NOW!" Y'all niggas will go crazy like he just performed some kind of miracle Just 'cause he screams and adds "baow" it does not make him lyrical The nigga be like, "I get ya homie smoked Right in front of the church: he'll get the holy ghost 'Cause every kiss begins with K- BAOW! No it don't!" Y'all niggas will go crazy like he just performed some kind of miracle Just 'cause he screams and adds "baow" it does not make him lyrical Aye I wanna know somethin', is the "baow" the gun or the shot? I wanna know so I can practice on it I salute you though, cause that "baow" shit, you got all these new battle rappers on it I miss my old gun, Twork, scraped the serial off So if the cops find it, the numbers is never matchin' on it So the last time I seen my Bow, Wow, it had scratches on it Off that alone, that should let y'all know I'm better than him Before I kick box karate chop Swave Sevah ya chin Make sure this is the last battle we hear "BAOW!" or Smack gon' have to bring a reverend in Stomach shot he'll never be able to BAOW (bow) ever again Random! But which city started callin' extended clips "dicks"? Pause! Whoever came up wit' that though, y'all petty And there's real killers that call her that, so fuck it, I got a bar ready God deadly, I grip the AR and hold the arm steady Reload the clip and put a dick in a 15: R. Kelly! Hold up, y'all know what? I'm so motherfuckin' mean wit' it Nnnah, pause that, I ain't tryin' to do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it Old gun, but I make it feel new when I attach the beam wit' it Headshot, but ya hairline crooked, I gotta lean wit' it New Jersey in the buildin'? Bllaow, ya whole team get it Cops show up? Will Smith in I, Robot - the machine did it I heard you was out in London lookin' broke You couldn't even borrow money from your own camp Askin' niggas, "Can I get a hit of ya blunt?" You ain't even have money to grow ya own plant And you was askin' niggas to use they jacks Wow, you couldn't upgrade ya phone, champ? You don't find it crazy how ya manager Rome (roam), but ya phone can't? Oh, I'm so happy they booked this battle next to Disney so he can take a trip to SeaWorld where the killers dwell Where we drown him like Shamu since you sayin' that you a killer, well (whale) That last line, ah, it was irrelevant Sike, I lied - I'm playin' wit' your intelligence I'm glad they booked the battle in Orlando so when I kill you they won't tamper (Tampa) wit' the evidence! Hey, Smack, stop bookin' me against these bummy cats! I love the strip club, but if this what you call twerk (Twork), I want my money back [Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork] I said I'm the excellent one You can never compare me to the rest of these bums I'm nothin' like 'em, there's nothin' like me, I'm as best as they come This like Sister Act 2: I'm second to none (nun) It's fatalism, Charlie fuck around get bullets bangin' in him Triangular barrel wit' the beam, I can make a prism POP! But the .38 Special: I got favoritism This Magic Johnson when he first got AIDS, I'm not playin' wit' him I shoot to kill, show him how the Ruger feel BAOW! The Clips that never made it, this the blooper reel I'm too for real Robberies, I done really took cash from you clowns I hit licks like plane crashes, you know the mask (mast) comin' down MAC swing around like "Where the bricks?" We hit the house And comin' from the Wild 'N Out games you know you can't hold water so spit it out I know what this nigga 'bout You should've declined and stayed safe, save face One bullet will turn a living legend to late great You gotta move, y'all wearin' Ncredible jackets like Nick Cannon, y'all got a group? Well if I make him casket sharp, you gon' follow suit What kinda guy is you? Yeah you made it to Wild N Out, got the big checks and that's the greatest feelin' But rap about any money you earn and I'ma make a killin' I'm independent, you was havin' sleep overs wit' Eric? Y'all some different niggas Break in, fuck the front, hit the back like a fender bender POP, I would've caught DNA at the crib I would've clipped the nigga BAOW, put down on the couch Rent-A-Center I blaze these things, whatchu think? Cause my gun go blaow it's make believe? Charlie, I can leave the bow out...gracefully Lead bake, two .23's will change ya head shape Speakin' of shape, when I heard you was workin' out I said, "Great." I'll give you the only pounds you can't lose; dead weight MAC dumpin', break in, mask comin' wit' gats drawn You think it's Wild 'N Out, man it look like the black squad I'm in this bitch, you at the Faceoff comparin' me to you, I got penmanship I'm like Charlie wit' longevity, extended Clips You been a bitch, in real life they be bitchin' Clips You come to battle rap and turned a hero, like the Crimson Chin I'm sick of it Who let these niggas in? This pure- wait Nick Cannon gave you that chain? I'll put an end (N) to it This limitless, I done really robbed niggas for plenty of things Like they was too drunk to drive, give me the keys Jersey [Round 3: Charlie Clips] You was NWX for two hours Then Jakkboy Maine punked you outta the fuckin' group You say shit like, "I got a snub wit' a wide nose and a buncha Dots And if I hold it upside down it feel like you're lookin' up to Mook." You a fuckin' goof You 6'2" and 3/4th, why when you rap you jump and shoot? Either stand still or my hands will, be the first thing to make a hit with twerk (Twork) since Uncle Luke My gun'll pop, speakin' of Uncle Luke, I got a 2 Live Crew and you the nigga they wanna rock What's in his drawers? Doo Doo Brown and all I heard was 100 shots Ya baby moms? A fuckin' thot And you confiscate her phone like you a fuckin' cop So I gotta text her shit like, "The promoters ain't want Brizz." That's just code word for "All we want is Top" Are you a thug or not? I catch ya baby moms while she headed to work If you act Rowdy I'ma pipe her (Piper) dead in her skirt Extended clip turn the Eagle into an ostrich and leave ya head in the dirt Cause I'm a fat nigga that's dyin' to let it sing since Gerald Levert Stop actin' arrogant, you don't own guns little nigga, y'all be sharin' it Oh you carry for other niggas, aye Geechi we got a surrogate I got a new gun, I gotta load it around wi-fi before I'm airin' it And it's Bluetooth so I can grab another gun and start pairin' it Nu Jerzey Twork, you don't even be in New Jersey, Twork, I ain't hearin' it I heard you left Jersey cause ya family on drugs, the embarrassment But if there's one thing TV showed me is that Family Matters and you should cherish it No matter how much ya mother watched ya father cop in the house like Harriet All you do is go "Jersey" and end ya rounds early And this a repeat All you do is go "Jersey" and end ya rounds early And this a repeat You got me battlin' in a small room I should make ya nose bleed for these cheap seats What you do against Arsonal? A million in a month? Well congratulations my nigga, well that's just a sneak peek Cause a battle with Clips just gon' blow New Jersey up, that's word to Chief Keef D. Wade press conference, my union stay around to see the Heat speak 2-1? Nah I came to catch a clean body, I'm a neat freak The pound keep comin' back around, hashtag on a reTweet And to be honest (Giannis), they ain't see these kinda Bucks since the Greek Freak You did the salsa, battled Nitty, claimed you was bilingual And you said you too season sofrito and you said you'd run up on him with the little knife; poquito But my favorite part, is when you said you'll cut Rum to the white: mojito But then we watched Rum milk you for everything: coquito I'm amazin' wit' it, everything I say is vicious You'll catch strays, ASPCA, I don't play wit' bitches Red you said somethin' earlier? Well I'll throw somethin' in O's shin (ocean) when I spray the biscuit And he'll get found in the Pacific, like a ghetto bitch that's tryin' to say "specific" Aye Red, follow the Code, Red and don't get it twisted It's not a Mountain Dew cause you'll get Rushed But you'll get rushed more (Rushmore) dependin' on what this amountin' (a mountain) too Yeah ya baby mom's about to leave you for me nigga She's about to bounce, it's true But you can't get mad at her, cause you know she got the bounce from you I'm Strapped In! I'll clap him in a coma and put a cap inside his gown before he can grab his diploma The best arrived, you like when my guns clap, well I've got an extra five And this one clap like a drunk uncle tryin' to start the 'Electric Slide' {Charlie goes to give Smack a five and pulls his hand away} No! You next to die! [Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork] You let Smack take $8,000 from you? He took the grands you was worth And instead of runnin' down like a fuckin' man, you got on cam' wit' it first I watched the whole damn thing, it's a damn shame how they handled ya purse I mean he took the 8, you get the message; Amber Alert You bitch body, I never glorified the life I chose, I just wasn't in the crib hidin' The gangsta shit was right next door to me, so I lived by it You a goofy in fact, you know why niggas think you so disloyal? You can go on Youtube for that You watched ya man get jumped in Cali, so you do the Math If I would've got jumped in Cali and you just gazin' at it For some fuckin' slippers, you would've left wearin' Stacey Adams I would've made an example out you, so no nigga played me after I would've used your skull and bones as a sign like a safety hazard I'm blazin' at him, I'm 'bout to bury you with a 100 in the pound And I just wanted to rap but niggas done flipped ya name so fuckin' much I ain't got no choice but to run it through ground You got kicked to the curb, well now you comin' back for me? This nigga absurd You must be lookin' for a buzz, like Emperor Zurg There's no tolerance, I'm not surprised that your pop's a snitch I'm just confused how you can walk the earth with no consequence Acknowledge it, it's common sense Pharaoh ain't let God's people go and his son had to pay for his father's sins It's set in stone, but before you could ever follow his footsteps, I'll let Beretta's go Now you'll never snitch on nobody, he won't tell a soul Jersey
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