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[Verse 1: Reed Dollaz] I said, this is where the fun stop Chess Gun pop, one shot'll make your lungs drop, Chess All my niggas get it in, I'm from a dumb block, chess Mortal Kombat, finish him; Kung Lao, yes I ain't come here for play, I ain't come her for chatter 4 pound to the gut, put blood in ya bladder All them niggas that you claim, when I aim They gon' scatter, knock the gigs out your brain Leave the streets full of data Ladder hangin' out the bottom so you know what this .40 hold I'll drag yo' bitch ass from White plains to Fordham Road Cause if my young niggas from Edenwald, see you and give me a call You're gettin' stripped down to your socks cause we need it all! Now, what is chess? A game with 16 pieces, 1 king, 1 Queen 2 rooks, 2 knights, 2 bishops and 8 pawns So, I should hit your crib with this .16 Kill the Queen and King, merc you and your rooks at 2 at night Like I'm Bishop wit this .8 long! I got the Juice now, I mean you rap 'bout this killa shit Well, pop out the proof now! Suck your faggot ass teeth again I'll knock out a tooth now! Philly rap made you niggas Before SMACK made it commercial and more calmer I been had a fridge full of rappers like Jeffery Dahmer! Scream "Allahu Akbar", crash your building like a bomber! Stay with a crew of wild niggas who love to spark beef They kill cats, fish, dogs, shit, pretty much anything with a heart beat You guppies lucky, you never felt the wrath of the shark teeth! Come to my block, Discovery Channel, it's Shark Week! Aw sheesh, this AA-12 will squash beef, cause grief Mama kissing your corpse; on ya hard cheeks! Toss reefs in your grave, pussy nigga, rest in peace Another young nigga that died for false reppin' these streets And, all the critics say he's hard, but I don't see that shit I got niggas that's doing life, we don't believe that shit You're talking wild beef, shorty, you canal street Won't sell me that shit! Haha! I said, Marine pistol, let the sub-machine hit you .223's, it's gonna feel like submarine hit you! K got the Woodstock, A got a good shot Brains hang, get your fuckin' name on a wood box! This year, I'm murdering niggas, back to my old ways In the trap, same Dickie on, 3-4 days War with us, that's somethin' that you don't wanna go through The judge shoot a fireball out, like GoKu Bullets hittin' brick walls, trust me, it'll go through You don't know the shooters, but nigga, the shooters know YOU My pops was a Gun, I'm the son of a "G" You're pops was a bug, you'se the son of a Flea Your mom's is a bitch, you'se the son of a "B" I'll send a spirit to the sun if nigga's want it wit' Reed Time [Verse 1: Chess] I finally got somebody I gotta body I'm straight out the gate like God denied me I told myself "Reed, gotta walk in dead" And all it take is a head shot to drop a zombie But, I was only have motivated Then, I received dollars for Dollaz homi So I had to spice it up for the chips, like the hottest Taci's This my shit, you don't wanna see me Try and stop me, when I tell him "Do something" I don't mean find a hobby You fin' to get a worse ass whooping that you got from Johnny I don't believe none of them words, don't even try to try me Get beat and boxed for story telling raps; Lodi Dodi Nigga, this ratchet ring like if you wife a thottie That was some bars from Chess Was it my hardest? Yes, got him! Is he Reed Dollaz, Reed dead or Reed done? If we squeeze ours, he'll see lead from each one He done walked into reality But a head tap will make his dreams run! Down his mind, literally, sovereignty I came back to land left this King dumb (kingdom)! See, I'ma fuck Reed up, no damn debating The hammers blazing, one gotta beam, one gotta scope 2 different views like fans debating Or I could I stop Reed, to give him a quick right (write) like annotations Beware of what this man creating Cause I don't train to get slept on, I'm not a homeless man in stations Last Christmas, I got a gift of picking up trash; sanitation Your era done, you can't stand with greatness Only way you can hang with this roster (rasta) Is if your man's Jamaican These bald heads sick, that's a clip full of cancer patients And a I gotta chopper arm like it was amputated If he sees the .4 he's gonna dip like he ran from Jason Or, a different weapon is popping, Hecklers behind him Like his man's was hating Wait, why was your man's just hating? You ain't nobody nigga, your family's famous Well, not no more but in 200 B.C., this man was blazin' But, now this man is ancient and he dealing with a savage aak Plus, all my raps is hot, get in his space And leave Earth more often than astronauts This finna to be more dreadful than Rich Gang, Migos, Future Travis Scott Lil Wayne, Lauryn, Bob Marley, whoever else have the locks Tay running, his dame comin' They still ain't trying to pass the Roc(k) Fuck it, this a scrimmage, watch the basket drop Leave this bastard's top wide open But I'm the nigga who had the shot! Hurt your boy with a .30 toy, a nasty Glock Hope it don't jam on me when I have to pop Cause the gun funny, it's a laughing stock! Some think I force aggression, but it ain't false aggression Nigga, I'm raw by mistake like the Magnum popped! Get picked from the .30 like last drafting spots! Now, that was hot! And ya'll really think Reed Dollaz ready? Nigga, this chopper deadly, *makes chopping noise* Sounds like a professional chef chopping veggies I'll kick in his stomach, now everything on my feet is guts Like a baby inside his belly Or I'll cock the Desi, baow his brains look like Hot spaghetti The pasta ready! Face cut for the work, over weight, give him surgery Like his doctor heavy But that's light, I can Cave in it- I took a shot at Roc already. Think about it Where Jimmy at? I'm trying to see if the shooter and driver ready What we gonna talk? Fuck that, Suge got machetes He don't get the pumps, this Shotgun, getting sawed off! Or, arms raise like let me speak, heart burn; Chess keep heat Gun in his mouth, let him eat the burner Like giving oral sex to a bitch with STD! I took a life and I'll take a second like, "Let me think." The .4 is high, hit his pupil, the shot? 'Fore his eye He got shot before his eyes, I ain't let Reed blink Cakes up! Wait, fuck! Let's bring the bars back Let me guess, you couldn't bring it in here? It's in the car, scrap? SMACK We can take this battle to wherever the fuck he parked at! "It's young Reed, Philly boom, I really prove" Nigga, your gat what? You better back down fore' I back out Cause, I don't take shit like I'm backed up So, back up or we jumping jack, and leaving him like a jumping jack Clapped up! He think he at the top of food chain Til' fool chain get snatched up You said you'll fuck John John and called him moist? That's mad sus', that's what you do dawg? Let me move, ya'll Cause John John the type of nigga I'll make a move on John John the type of nigga you'll make a move on But fuck fighting, if he move wrong, we ain't fightin' I'ma shoot dawg, ya'll ain't catch it? That's one of his moves, dawg I was straight to the hammer, we don't do paws, nigga You trash and you're a bitch, that's two flaws For telling a couple stories, I'll knock him down two floors Busted head, broken knee and a tooth loss He won't get two fl- BRONX! [Verse 2: Reed Dollaz] I said, Cake Life, right? That's what you claim? That's what you stand by? Word? Well, I think all ya'll are bitches, pussy niggas need a tampon This battle is war, you done stepped into a land mine Yeah we both throwing them punches, but I land mine! Shotty hit the floor, make the ceiling drop Buckshot pellets make a nigga milly rock I'm from the era where you had to be really hot When you can only rap about guns that you REALLY shot Nowadays, niggas lyin' on they Shmurda Gang Making up guns, I ain't never heard the name Stop lyin' nigga, you ain't never serve the 'cane You had an after school job, talking crack, you the Burger King Don't make me drive through, cock it, put the wop it to you Yao Ming with the thing, shoot a Rocket through you Big dog in the game, you a pocket poodle Heard you was the plug lil nigga, I'll sock it to you! I knew niggas was gonna bring up that in the car/John John shit But before John John evolved, I was in John John's picks On interviews they asked who inspired, I was on John John's list That's why I never believe a bar that came out of John John's lips Dwight Howard how I hug the block, rap Gods We're the juggernauts, gun but you, give your jug a knot! Nigga's is sick, you think the God won't bless you This .4 pound will drop 9 on you like Van Exel, the blam stretch you I'll pop it if you get too close or put the 7 on his chest Like I shot Kukoč I'm too dope, too real for this URL/Smack shit Cause I be out in Philly in the trenches with the trap shit .57, FN plastic, all black shit A handgun with .223's; that's tragic! Laser on it, no need for aim, I just go off beam Top open, his top smoking, that's how you blow off Steams! Don't make me hit your crib tweekin' wit' the trey pound out Give you a pound out this trey to catch a Greyhound out You fabricated and animated, your life a foosie You kill niggas in bars, not wit' a knife or Uzi We catch ya bitch in Co-op my youngin' light a doobie Wes Craven when I'm wavin' the Wesson don't make me write a movie I had them hitters, by the door by the peep hole waitin' Clip full of bald heads like chemo patients We killin' everything, dawg you won't leave no statements Even though I got a lawyer that'll beat those cases Sick of these fake fucks, 'bout to get they wings plucked Faggot ass niggas runnin' 'round screamin', "Cakes up." Dawg, where I'm from, that's some homo shit Cause when her cakes up, it's bouncin' on my pogo stick See this fo'fo' got a kick like a dojo flick And we don't see no, hear no, don't know shit I was about to hit y'all wit' this rap god scheme But instead I'ma give y'all the definition of what a rap god mean Y'all ready? Y'all ready? It means I birthed and fathered you niggas right from the very start I mean I died and bled for you niggas, I got a heavy heart Losin' ya faith in the god is not very smart Not I'm back to fuck up the globe and I talkin' every part First stop, right to NY, straight to the Bronx wit' it Right to Chess door, bow down, nigga this god given Snatch Rex up by the collar, nigga y'all all seen it Doomsday o'clock {crowd is too fucking loud to hear the rest} [Round 2: Chess] Round one, y'all think I was playin'? Round two I'm finna tweak out insane I aim and take this G out his game Leave Reed red, a stomach shot will knock an E out his name Game, I amaze the crowd on fuckin' sight Frosty the Snowman, watch a cold, three round body come to life Yikes Bein' gentle in bed, I'm fuckin' nice Reed, do what's fuckin' right Put on for ya team, ya town...the Philly niggas doin' fuckin' life Better pray for ya dawg Aak This Philly nigga gonna get more bars than bricks of raw got If it's war, then it's war Aak Sharp shooters on the beach, get him sniped by the ocean, this a sure (shore) shot Chin check him, get every nigga jaw dropped like they all shocked Since you already losin' here, I'll put a round to your top like a bald spot And if he talk hot, I stretch niggas, then put him back in place Like, "Do your warm up then get in ya floor spot" I bet he's an informer, snitchin' and givin' the law drops Niggas drive by he the type to call cops And put the pigs onto the plates, like pork chop boys stop So you a fuckin' bitch and you a fuckin' snitch? And y'all thought he was beatin' me? This nigga double lit You don't wanna spit raps? Twin MAC's, I get it double lit S-s-s-s-s-Smack, I ain't tryin' to copy respect, I'm tryin' to double it Fuck ya clique, boy I'll chop ya legs off for tellin' me who runnin' wit Nigga you wanna flip? Go call your connect then cut a brick Or bag up a zip, cause I'm not the one you want it wit' Half the shit he say, don't make fuckin' sense His words, off track...so why he run his lips? Just because you came prepared don't mean you gonna win The handshake after this battle, don't mean we fuckin' friends You in your bag? I'm in my fuckin' bin Spend dollars on Dollaz, I'll put a check up on him like a worried friend The old slammy, just like Reed, it got a rusty pin (pen) Before I leave the crib I stuff the Glock, females workin' out her muffin' top I dip after I tuck it in It's still "Fuck NWX", Shine I scream blood again And that lil' church nigga Saga just make me wanna sin He wanna be closer to God-BLAOW, lucky him Shut up nigga, let me watch my language, you an F'in' nerd Hittin' me up for a battle, you got some F'in' nerve I'll talk to you to give you my style Cause after God speak, you supposed to spread the word Reed chill, I'll be back to you in a second bird You told Chilla since he the King Pen, he gettin' drugged Lord, that's how I know you ain't seasoned Cause I'm waitin' for Chilla Jones to give me a reason To leave him, bleedin' We can do it now, fuck the Prep, we both beat him This nigga boastin' about Boston? Shesh, this nigga beastin' Cause my niggas from Boston told me he a weak bitch, G shit Type to get rocked dead in his mouth for speakin' Get drugged lord, run in ya trap don't [?] with King Pen I'm the truth and I get any nigga that lie buried This his last battle, it's quiet, I'm puttin' Reed (read) on the shelf like libraries I'm very, upset we didn't use a [?] problem If I lose patience (patients), he gotta find a doctor Loud ratchet, with a lil' one on the side that's baby mama drama Rip ya daddy's spinal cord, baby from Dinosaur I'll knock the [?] How he gon' deal wit' me? I done killed for free I had a passion for this before I clocked dollars I ain't one of them niggas that did this just for a buzz I'm just addicted to rappin', B You ever seen Faculty? Well he knows the pen is a drug When he gets rich, I bet he prolly spend all his money on the best whips But when bread's involved you gotta use intelligence dough So I be coppin' a regular car for detectives Speakin' of detectives, check this Like listenin' to somebody insult you Keep hittin' him up like, "I really need somebody to talk to." I be finna to take back like sore loser takin' the wrong move I still know grimy niggas with loaded tools Whatever they couldn't afford to text (TEC) book like poor students Palmin' heat, takin' away from all fools for more food Cause they gotta eat, I ain't sayin' that robbin' is all cool But think ahead, they called Rex cause it's either you suck or rule (oral) Time [Round 3: Reed Dollaz] I said, this ain't ya average Smack rap This that, nigga I'm back, now front and get smacked rap Put the K over the shoulder, couple clips in the knapsack Pop 30 and let the stock drop like NASDAQ This ain't even a battle no more this real and fake And since it is, I already won but niggas still debate That .44 Mag will have the cops on a [?] Cause the shot broke every bone in his skull, they couldn't tag a face The first 48 we let the first 40 quake Then ask his mom to help carry the casket at shorty wake They got me back up on this Rambo shit, niggas in trouble god K over the shoulder, deuce five in my bitch Wonderbra Chess, you don't want it wit' me youngin' Since when has it been cool to disrespect? I'm yo' fuckin' OG youngin' So when you win awards think of me youngin' Cause if I wasn't fuckin' ya mom, without me you wouldn't be nothin' Lyin' in ya raps how you be shootin' the .8 We checked his record, only prior was a truancy case Nigga you lyin' (lion), play gorilla til you in the zoo wit' the apes Niggas is hungry, can't bar 'em in cause they'll chew through the gate That steel blow when the body drop I'll... Heel toe wit' a steel toe boot on ya face Lil' nigga you a child to me When I see you I see I, damn, I'm so proud of me And I don't rap for the crowd you see Real niggas gon' love it, pussy niggas gon' stay quiet so fuck it Six rings on like I'm MJ All off the block like Dikembe Kept a new whip like Kinte Ballin' on these new niggas, pink hat where the brim lay Try to count me out, how dare niggas? Fourth quarter tongue out, scare niggas Check the stats, how the fuck you compare Niggas ballin' on niggas since Jordan had Air nigga Throwback jersey and some 1's on One false move then the gun's drawn Bet five seconds left on the clock, better watch I'll drop when you niggas beater buzz drawn I said, nigga king me now or should we wait 'til later? Run through every rapper alive, trust me nothin' can save ya I've been spittin' that fish scale you feel it it's in braille So when I cross the finish line I fish tail I've been hated, beaten, stoned and crucified For tryin' to bring this east coast back to save you and I And all the strip club Molly music has gotten to us The late great Big, Stack Bundles, Pun was my influence Step in the square I dare, I prepared ya nooses East coast savior, the east coast mayor, the people rooting I been givin' you mad bars in my music He won a couple battles and he king overnight? Fuck is you stupid? King of this URL nigga? That's blasphemy Cause I'm the god so that's just somethin' I had to see And fuck the mainstream, underground I'm glad to be I'll rise on the seventh day, you'll bow to your majesty Somebody tell Big Poppa I gotcha Goin' Back To Cali like riots all up in Compton {Chokes} [?] drown a bitch in the tub til she perish Drum clip like a wheel, hold a hundred like a Ferris Talk that shit across the street, don't come near us Might catch me out in DC thuggin', right up in Edgewood With Mike D'Angelo nigga because my crack good I fluff my pillows up, I made my bed good Might hit a blue hood, might hit a red hood Shit you might catch me anywhere long as the bread good Might be in any club, long as my Sig good Sig Sauer I hit 'em then call my lawyer They try to ship me out Georgetown like I'm a Hoya But the Coupe like white rice, inside like a goya And I dropped almost close to a bean, no what I mean? [Round 3: Chess] I'm glad you ain't hop up in this ring for nothin' You got experience on ya side nigga, teach me somethin' I wasn't big on attention, I ain't fiend to be seen in public And yeah I gained a lil' fame in this game but that wasn't the biggest reason of it Started battlin' cause I needed niggas to black on Like back home I knew this little girl, she was mad strong Grew up in the poor house, her family did her mad wrong She used to cut her body and cry herself to sleep to them sad songs Her mother was an addict on smack, that her step pops used to smack on He took the EBT card til the stamps and the cash gone She had to steal outta stores just for somethin' to snack on And even when her mom made food she had to use the same spoon that her mother put the smack on Shit was rougher than shorty hair Shit, if she was still around I would've brought shorty here Just to show her somethin' different from the wars and tears And all affairs gave her step pops a head shot cause she lost it there Watched that man go after hittin' that apple, it ain't as peachy as it all appears (a pears) 39 wit' a birthday comin', the .40 near Nicest to the trashiest, I'ma make 'em all aware It's like my girl sad and I'm always there I'm wipin' out all the tears (tiers) I'm all types of savage When I ain't have money for a chain, I had guys to snatch it Pelle Pelle, if he wanted the icey jacket (ice he'd jack it) My nation got no chill you can't stop my movement like I'm hyperactive Get bad luck seat in the fire, that's white lighter habits I ain't even wiggin' yet I can raise spirits blacker than human form like a silouhette Put this baby to sleep, my animals on his head like a pillow pet This nigga knows I'm his biggest threat But my slip ups will cause him to get shot if I keep chokin' I'm grippin' necks Gettin' dirty wit' a sweet 16, like a B-Day girl in a shitty dress Get him bum rushed, drugged and boxed like a homeless man on crystal meth Get napped in here, black fist or the metal nigga, pick ya death You 'bout it, 'bout it, nigga kill that Play fightin', you ain't real scrap T.I. beanies, the hollow TIP'll tilt hats Steel clap "Bro that nigga dead", I still clap So the spirit that's leavin' his body can feel that Real rap, I ain't kiddin' witchu homie When I'm toastin' the cig' (Sig) at him, I ain't givin' him a bogey Put a round to his head, two dots plus a cut, looks like a serious emoji I don't miss shots, I'm hittin' niggas homie If I Set It Off, one ratchet busts Cause the only bitch to get away was Stony When it was our time to shine we had to take risks (wrists) And I'll fuck around and get him for his Rollie Nigga you don't know me Difference between us? You had yours in the car dawg Nah, that's realistic, real shit But I didn't have weapons in the ring I'm hardcore, snap wit' raps, flippin' wit' bars like I'm parkour Ghetto nigga side shot, look like I'm havin' trouble openin' the car door That chopper in the street you better guard yours Hear that Big Poppa in the field, that was Hard Ball (boy) That shit came from miles away, and he ain't get the picture In Hardball, Miles is the pitcher {slight choke} Listen nigga, I'm not one of them dudes you killed as a kid spittin' nigga I'm from the south Bronx, I ain't south Bronx represented nigga I feel sorry for the fans that ain't buy tickets nigga, they finna lose out He got left ghost now it's boo or it's spooked out Beat his ass, still whipped the tool out Bullets kickin' out in the last second like a two count Keep dumpin' the can' like I'm tryin' to get all the juice out Mama's children behind the buildings lettin' kabooms out I'm talkin' cannonballs in back of the crib without a pool house Chess vs Gwitty, rappin' wit' gum Boy I'm tryin' to see whatchu (chew) 'bout All for havin' a loose mouth Wreckin' you was in my Born Legacy I was destin' to, Chess the truth Respect ya elders? Nigga respect ya youth
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