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Correct Ah Di Boom Vs Danny Myers Lyrics
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[Round 1: Ah Di Boom] I said Smack Respect for the opportunity cause you got a lot of fans for me Danny, we on TV So that temper that rise, try to channel it Ya brains lookin' like the Denver Broncos Blown out in the Superbowl, I'll Manning him Now apologies to the editors that press the beep, beep button when we curse Cause I'ma tell y'all first It's about to be a lot of profanity Motherfucker you is not that nice You just old brother I bet they can picture you dyin' to this pose (dispose) brother You 'bout to witness defeat (da feet), stay on ya toes brother Or have 'em cover ya back like James Brown cause I'm willin' to take ya Soul, Brother I said I'm outside ya crib like meep, meep in my Roadrunner Cause you ain't pay me back for them drugs that be bone color I got Martin on rerun before murder, let me unload brother My son always got a big ratchet in the crib like Cole mother So what we doin'? Performin' with bars? Touche Well you dyin' in 48 hours, that's today I live by the rules of LL, Cool J Mama Said Knock You Out And I listen to my mother more than Bobby Boucher Now do you have anything to say? Cool, cause you was 'bout to get them clear shots; Blu Ray Through ya door, .44 {gun cocks} Biggie Smalls Hittin' everything I see movin', I mean big or small I notice I see his bitch but I can't leave a witness y'all So the headshot was Fabuloso, all over the kitchen floor I said I tell my niggas, "Rush when I'm flairin' the piece." Headshot, the nigga behind you gon' be starin' at me And if this pig tell (tail) just know, you gettin' hog tied This fist run in ya mouth and make ya jaw slide I will lighten you up when I show you my dark side You better look both ways before you cross I (eye) Jersey [Round 1: Danny Myers] They say Ah Di Boom is all performance Well, you can perform perfectly But when I take form and shoot ya mama I hope you can perform surgery Certainly, if we ain't got a pistol, then the sword'll work I'm from a state where people surf board You from a state where people bored of Surf I'll floor this jerk, lifestyle is crucial, we go to war for work AR's will open your trunk and take off the panels like a border search You young homies was raised wrong, I can't bring 'em out of that pattern They'll send your soul to space when they roll up and ring from outta that Saturn Ring, Saturn, that's a clever quote that this fella wrote Leave a black hole in this star is something that I tell a scope (telescope) Yo' bitch give me hella throat with her bust down ass I'm givin' him game on BET without a touchdown pass He has a Jamaican accent, I'm on his roster (rasta) cause my heart is brave They say steel sharpens steel well now I gotta part ya waves I murder niggas for fun You like Lenox on Belly cause even though he was spittin' he still died from a sharper blade That Larkin spray, yeah he got energy, but I won't lose to him I got a bomb squad that cut niggas who wire, we defuse Boom Go ahead and swing on me punk, you'll see this room rock I'll make this dude retarded like Radio if me and Boom, box (boombox) My goons plot, these dudes will clap at ya damn father You'll be a hip hop legend when pistols from Africa BAM by ya (Afrika Bambaataa) Faggot, my camp's hotter Several will burst cannons Bullets will get in tune with this Gerald Levert stand in So what you battled Verb? I spit vowels that'll split bowels I'll make your soul glow over that fake beef like McDonalds Nigga, this whole shit foul It's like my gun is best friends with [?] the way it click BAOW! Nigga, get loud, you in a match with a czar Shoot at me, I shoot back and what I'm clappin' is large Now that's instant karma Sorta like when you be drivin' and throw somethin' out the window and it flies back in the car That's hard! You on the ground with this shit This wack MC gotta another two rounds of this shit Yikes! [Round 2: Ah Di Boom] First off, nigga I'm to G, mean Second off, I did not know they made Fuchi jeans But look, this battle, you gotta be cut for suspense like you just got fired Ya baby mama trippin' and ya landlord buggin' for rent I had a strap when 50 dropped Get Rich Or Die Tryin' And when he dropped Massacre, I was bustin' it then I'll play you close, press down and I'll make you toast Oh bomb a (Obama) city, dem a craaat (Democrat), it'll make you vote I said I see ya chick quake her (Quaker) stomach then make you oats See as per (Casper) bullet go in you, it'll make you ghost You gettin' wigged on with the same one that ya mama use And you gettin' punched in ya face, got the Rihanna bruise The shot make your center roll like a Samba groove Ya chick play wit' my balls then I kick back like a soccer move And I hope you feel some type of way Boy if you try to move I line ya squad up and y'all get it together like a rendezvous Pause, cause let me teach you how a shot can do I'm in the ranger, boy you know I got the Tommy Act like Suge in Jersey cause you know I got the shotty You wrote an Ill Will, you knew I had a Homi Dashiki, once I bust, knew I had a body South Central, I don't care if the west or the south sent you These shots gon' stay in ya mind cause I meant to (mental) This fist gon' run in ya grill cause I dent to (dental) This battle for the principle, it's gon' be suspenseful I always approach beef to this kid but he don't wanna ride So what's the closest thing to a son? His mama so we gon' touch his pride Think of windows when I do this, don't be twisted off my fuckin' lines Run inside, jump his mom, close the curtain, shut her (shutter) blind Jersey [Round 2: Danny Myers] Yo, I said we dodge steel My life was in reverse, I beat the odds still I was flat but got a spare tire from Heaven, this is God's will (wheel) My drive real, get caught slippin' and get yo' guys killed Soon as you see 'em, go bananas that means keep yo' eyes peeled Whatchu gon' tell me Smack? Ah Di Boom is some fuckin' threat? A hustle vet? This nigga's a rappin' Professor Klump at best I will literally smack this nigga into the upper deck You the reason when we shot for white tees there ain't no double X Hit him in his chest and all TEC's involved Do him greasy, that's how you kill a fat nigga without cholesterol Y'all better get a vets a call I'm close to toys, gin (Jin) will have me in a Blind Fury 'til they put you on a poster (Posta) Boy You leavin' the country cause you owe me, now I'm learnin' yo' manners Whether or not you got my money I'm not concerned wit' yo' answer I'll catch you while you leavin', then bust you in the middle of the airport, we call that terminal cancer You been in debt since a snotty nose You failed to pay now this shotty blows So tell yo' fans and family, "bye" in Spanish cause adios (Ah Di owes) We body foes, that cold .40 finna bust on yo' head So poetic it's like Joe Torry with a brush So gory when we rush, niggas pickin' every second like waitin' early on a cold mornin' for the bus When I think of Jersey I think of Latifah, Lotta Zay, the homie Tretch Not a fat nigga who stretches bars with but don't even stretch Picture him doin' a stretch, this nigga is corn fed He really 'bout that life, is you gon' eat yo' corn bread? We war bred, in L.A. from birth we taught to spaz wit' pistols For a bag of crystals, we flash in both directions like a hazard signal All body bags official, I was born to go winnin' You not a Mac god cause you pray (prey) on vulnerable women Boom, you are less than a man I got the surest proof You a broke nigga wit' an explanation, that's a poor excuse These bars are the purest truth And you on the ground with this shit This wack MC got a whole 'nother round of this shit YIKES! [Round 3: Ah Di Boom] I said, this is why I go for the round, I ain't playin' fetch To put you in a bag when I hunt for you, in my cami sweats And have the kids look in the bag...like ain't no more candy left When I put them heavy beats on a nigga like Mannie Fresh His mama prolly like "Ow, turn on 106 let's see Dan sing (Dancing) With The Stars." Tools park, you gon' moon walk and leave you dancing with the stars Act stupid, then yo' mama fucked; Delante I got a MAC, that bitch spaz more than Kanye This strap, I make it ring out the box for ya fiancee This punk drunk, then make a song about it like Beyonce Ya chick get mad, then she gon' be the first to bleed Cause when I stretch her (stretcher) everybody gonna (gurney) emerge and see (emergency) Mr. Myers, you can't go verse to verse with me So reverse the piece I go click clack and you gon' skip back if you a jerk to me I can actually rap, I take genius angles I'm nice! You better respect my pleas (please) and thank you You got weapons? Well squeeze it Daniel Cause I keep this ratchet pullin' like the weave is tangled All y'all see, is crumbs on the floor when I squeeze toasters I see Destiny Child, you niggas need soldiers Please doujah, you from Cali where them gang bangers grip the thing You make letters with ya fingers and try to spell out the simple thing You from the hood where they ended the late, great Biggie dream? Well Crip walk on my side, ya guardian angel gon' have a crippled wing I got bars in these six seconds, like my Vine is ready to go Go 8 Miles cause I feel calm and ready Only reason my pants sag, the .9 is heavy It'll put a deuce on your ace like Solitary Me and cuz got K's and .9's like the cop hound Shots past yo' micro waves and give you hot rounds I got this ratchet bitch and it's makin' thot sounds It be like, "Nigga you ain't my baby daddy." It'll slap the hearin' out you like Fox Brown Jersey [Round 3: Danny Myers] I don't care if you Crip/Blood, I rip mugs Big slugs on me, a grave will get dug I carry (Carrie) like pig blood on me Wait, Carrie, pig blood, no I was just lost I meant to say I carry like an Iverson cross This guy is a boss? Stop the lies You never touched no crack Ironic how my niggas will hem you up but they cut no slack We cut throat cats, leave guys dead over bills Yo' bitch gave me brain for a pair of shoes, now she's head over heels You'll take bread over skill Fuck that, I'm monumental Yo' bars still wack, no matter the times you spit 'em I don't care how many niggas you bring or what time you get 'em Just know they gettin' the same thing, that's communism Economics, communism? Y'all don't wanna hear politics in battle rap That's ironic though because there's a whole lot of politics in battle rap I was taught, if a nigga tried you fo' yo' shit then you battled back Either with yo' fist or you see Hawks (Seahawks) like Hasselbeck This a sport though nigga If He-Man enough he could get a circle 'round his stomach like Orko nigga I don't care if you with yo' bitch, soon as we spot you we gon' pop Rugers We tryin' to get you, but don't care if we graze yo' Suge like 'Pac shooters Bars What will I think of next? Money think he safe 'til I hit him with an armored truck, now he's on the Brink of death We carry flames, for bitch niggas like you, that's on everythang To be blunt, you'll be rolled up for that green, he's being Mary Jane I'm very ashamed, you cut from a different pedigree I failed CPR cause this nigga isn't in the same breath as me Allegedly, he keeps a K, I'll peel his cap, he's a frail capo You'll be found sleeping next to that chopper like El Chapo My boy dumps for me If you see what he has bro (Hasbro) you'll know why he keeps his toys company Comfortably, you on the ground with this shit Thank the Lord he ain't got another round of this shit Yikes!
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