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[Round 1: Ryda] (*Ryda chooses to go first before NuNu Nellz even flips the coin*) I said we finally made it to the main stage! We finally made it to the main stage, but look what it cost, tho They let us starve and threw a plate in front of our face like, “Which one of you niggas want mo'?” I don’t know if you understand what I'm sayin', Glu’ But you my brother, and I love ya But in a minute, you ‘bout to become a lost soul BAH! Wanna put Eazy in the sky…I'll see you at Tha Crossroads! They say, “Why battle Glu'? That's your brother!” I said, “It's business, if he gotta go, then he gotta go!” And I don't really want no friends: I'm in Tekashi mode! You thought you was gon' get a cult following tonight? No, pudgy You ain’t even peep that this was suicide, son: Tony Dungy I’ll raise the .50 Gun-butt your baby mother, stop playin' wit’ me Hold on, lemme break it down in Glueazy terms so y'all say it wit' me Black nigga, crack her (cracker) in the head: Clayton Bigsby! All the friendship we had before this battle? You can remove that! Long-range: hit him from 40 acres and get the mule back! They say, “In order to get respect, you gotta-” Boy, I ain't givin’ you none All these guns in your arts and crafts Ironically, that's the only time I ever seen Glu' (glue) stick wit' a gun But hold up! You vers' Danny, Chess, Shotgun Suge, even me I mean, it was booked last-minute What, you don't peep, nigga? Every time somebody get up out they spot, they put you in the slot You a seat-filler! I'm strapped in! Nah, this ain't Twork with amoxicillin, but shots is spittin' Mind ya business Even if he take a Lil Peep, white boy'll die from the peelin'! (pillin') It's big business, clips in it Just gettin' some shit lifted Blade work, two to ten, ten t- You ain't even peepin' the shift switchin'! I predicted the- Nah, nah, I was lookin' so far into the future, I forgot about the present I mean, if we bein' real wit' it But tonight, they sayin' that this could be our moment, Glu'... But I just can't allow you to live in it! See, we all about action Y'all niggas just be sayin' the most I'll find your big homie and let it off after raising the toast BOW! Now you gotta look to the sky to speak to him of what you think of the most Now the boy out here lookin' like Tariq...tryna learn the fuckin' games from a Ghost! I pray you provoked, ‘cause that shit will give me wild targets I'll be the first nigga shootin' outside of SMACK like Kon Artis And to my fans, I apologize But I had to make sure my next move was right So I decided to leave The Gooonies, y'all...for 24 hours: I'm on a T-Top strike! You fat bitch! How you gon' go on a strike for 24 hours, and then you cop out!? I should pull a T.I You know, pull up, hop out, bad bitches just pop out One bullet will sit a Bear down: College Dropout! And Suge, you ain't excluded from none of the nonsense! It was all “Mr. Pocket-Check” Until he realized Smack wasn't about to put another check in them pockets! Y'all niggas pussy! And I mean pussy! But niggas get on me ‘Cause I got that Shawn Livingston, Nick Cannon, Juelz Santana innocent face Lookin' like I never bucked a tool Oh, Glu', you think it's funny? Oh, well, it only gets worse for you Because I also look like the type of nigga that'll take yo' bitch, dick her down, and be leaving you hurt And you look like the type of nigga that'll walk into a restaurant And lie about your birthday so you could get the dessert You are two cheeseburgers and a large fry away from a casket Baconator-eatin' motherfucker… You can't run, so I'll walk down on you, and that's when shit'll get drastic ‘Cause you know I like to name my guns! Elmer's Well, Twork already put the Cal' on you, but this one was 3D-printed, you bastard Place it under the chin - BOW! - and left Glu' leakin' all over the plastic! They said, “Smack, you made 2.5 off a pay-per-view” That's ill… For 2.5, I'll kill this nigga for real! I said, gun-butt, gave him the Cardi [?] You know, then the rest was gratuity, 'cause I added that to his bills! I'm startin' to feel like Nino You know, we was supposed to take over this building together But tonight - I mean, yesterday at the mu'fuckin' face-off, you decided to switch on fam' I mean, did I take your bitch? You had to make a side deal? Or that was all part of your plan? Well, now I'm on the rooftop, lookin' down at G Money, ready to test those cans And before he died, he said, "Am I my brother's keeper?" BOW! Nigga, yes, I am! Round 1 [Round 1: Glueazy] Ryda, Ryda, Ryda... Look, I ain't gon' say you pussy-pussy-pussy But, dawg...you pussy-pussy They said this Gooonie vers' Gooonie, I gotta kill my brother But truly, if y'all know Gluey, I've been waitin' to kill this motherfucker! You babyfaced gangsta! Well, this shit here gon' be the game-changer 'Cause you got the swagger of Braxton from Jamie Foxx, with the face of an eighth-grader I straight-razor buck-fifty ya face, playa Now Driver gotta cut off Ryda Woo! I'm lane-changin'! We main-stagin'! How you just be makin' up bodies like morticians? I blow Godbody out God body, then four-fif' him Two straps out, better move back when Glu' spittin'... And pray that Jesus takes the wheel, or it's Lord willin' Boy chillin' You the softest out the squad, dawg! Roc won't even let you in the Cave: you a guard dog! Big gun, I could spit at the sun and watch God fall Plus I'mma win the first and third round: I'm an oddball! I got y'all, I'm about to smoke Ryda That .45 will nickel his (Nicolas) cage: I Ghost Ryda! No lie! Everybody want smoke 'til a gun fire His bars hot, but my car in the shop: I'mma bust Ryda (bus rider) Fuck Ryda! You a male model And tonight, it's Money Over Loyalty, tell Hollow We in New York, baby! This shit feel like I did The Apollo I was nervous, hittin' the Lucy like Ricky Ricardo Grippin' an auto, and it's gon' land on a bitch like Spin the Bottle You gon' see a White show up on Black like vitiligo Bitch, I followed you Before URL just ain't acknowledged you Here we are, two years later, I gave a shot to you You always mad at when the fans make comments like they don't rock wit'chu That's why when Twork asked me to join, the shit got to you It bothered you 'Cause just last year, I was the opp' to you Been watchin' you Declined every battle, to keep it hot wit'chu I'm poppin' you Get shot in ya ear and see the hospital Now findin' out if me and Bigg K sound alike ain't even possible! I'm God to you! Any problems, you can speak your mind on it But if that hammer pull, you a cannibal Feast ya eyes on it! You was never greater You just came out first, like a second-grader The weapon spray ya 'Cause this TEC-9 a regulator I never waited for y'all to do shit I did my own thang Enough that I could leave the Gooonies right now, and start my own gang 'Cause y'all say we brothers And I be thinkin', "This relationship stinks!" It ain't what they think This clique is clickbait: it's always fake when we link All we do is drink and smoke weed And that's about as far as it goes Then, in the middle of the night, Twork leaves us all and go to parties wit' hoes! Yeah, facts! Ryda's somewhere doin' the fuckin' "KeKe Challenge"... And Jakk' at the mall, prob'ly stealin' some clothes! But still they say bros, and that's got me actin' surprised 'Cause now it's Gooonie vers' Gooonie: it's like you askin' to die! So I don't care if you the shooter and the driver, I'm splashin' the ride Head shot: put Ryda on the passenger side! We in New York, and that's the reason they gon' say you a disgrace First round...don't let that fat boy scream in ya face! Carolina, man [Round 2: Ryda] I said...those first rounds were so amazing But what just happened was so blatant We are not in the Matrix It's just me and this white guy havin' a conversation like…”I am not a racist” Oh...so y'all seen the Joyner Lucas video? See, that was my main concern So y'all already know, once the black man get a chance to speak...that's when the tables turn They said that we trippin' ‘cause we battlin' each other Yeah, that may be true But shout out to E. Ness, ‘cause this round ‘bout to be crazier than crazy, Glu' (Krazy Glue) The gat tucked Boy, I don't talk much - boy, I just clap stuff Two shots - Baow! Baow! - he won't get back up Blade work - aw, shit, I'm finna act up And I'll be tryna poke Glu' (glue) top in like the cap stuck!
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