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[Round 1: Tech 9] S.P.I. two T.A.G.E Y'all muthafuckas get it right, Wayne A.V.E Goodz, I know exactly what you mean nigga Another skinny leg jean nigga You act up I got the beam nigga 'Smooth Criminal', I light ya block up like it's 'Billie Jean' nigga Don't try to front, go 'head and try to scheme nigga I'm knockin' on your door for that candy it's Halloween nigga I wanna do him dirty, but I gotta keep it clean nigga "Rich Dolarz beats Tech 9" helluva dream nigga I knew you was a body bag before the body bag Cause everybody you battled put you in a body bag Goodz: body bag Hitman: body bag Young Miles put your body bag in a body bag Black gloves, NHL hockey masks Then ride through the Bronx in the same Bronco that OJ had Rich Dolarz, psst, I got real money I got enough to pay Bill Gates bail money Plus I'm stingy that bitch won't get a bill from me Madoff rappers, all y'all do is steal money You fuck with bimbo bitches Face like Kimbo, bitches Like to play a lot of games; Nintendo bitches Me? I fuck with models, movie stars, I got ten doe bitches If I woke up witcha broad I'd prolly jump out the window vicious I ran into ya aunt, told her to hop in my car Said, "What's that thing that y'all be doin' when y'all be lockin' y'all jaws?" She said, "Better yet I'll show you" and start toppin' me off I bust, she went to spit out, I said, "Not in my car." Pulled over, told her to spit that shit out in that lawn She jumped out I took off and start beepin' the horn She ran into the middle of the street like, "Wait a minute! [?]" Soon as the light turn green a nigga was gone I'll do drive-bys, no face all you see is the arm Kill a nigga like cigarettes, forget the reason I'm calm T with a Cap, any other reason be wrong I wrecked his Mook, feel like I got a Dot in my Mobb And y'all how I damage him, turkey breast sandwich him You might as well do a rap song with Charles Hamilton Y'all both ugly and y'all both scramblin' You prolly play the penny machine when you be gamblin' I should smack you then or better yet smack ya men This clown runs with an all white boy that claims he African That's backwards then Football tackle him Dwight Howard with the rock, I post and then back him in Ain't no love lost, how much a snub cost? You duck sauce, a can of that spray will get this bug off {Smack calls time} [Round 1: Rich Dolarz] This is a great way to start off the year Cause I mean takin' Tech was the easiest decision of my career They called me and said, "We got that cash. Just think about it Rich." I said, "Yes" on the spot, I ain't have to think about shit See when God brought you we all thought you was Philly's savior 'Til I seen you in that ring and T-Rex ate ya Spittin' all that dumb shit, you can't rap no harder way (Hardaway) so like Penny it's clear you ain't the one sent (cent) Then you battled Goodz and you made him look like Hannibal Dawgs couldn't bare (bear) to see how much he damaged you You said the judges was cheaters, but after lookin' at the camera view Them cats would've been lyin' (lion) if they said you did well (whale) against The Animal Nigga you think you funny and you really hot Nigga the only thing funny is you really not Stop talkin' like you really run Philly Aak You a little nigga and we all know that's Gillie block Plus there ain't no street in you Plus you ugly as hell when you look like the Beetlejuice You be in the ER when my heater shoot Yeah you gon' need a tube, one to catch piss and the other just for feeding you He a stupid nigga, he wifed his girl cause honey right But she strip and give head to get her money right So every night I put my balls in her mouth and never let the whore breathe She remind me of pizza, toppin' for (four) cheese You put woman on a pedestal I'll put woman on a strip, give me revenue I'm winnin' cause of better moves So if the block get hot like Mayweather, still I would never lose You say corny shit that make niggas mad So I'ma kill you usin' sitcoms since you make niggas laugh You trash talk and you grindin' the blow You don't never get a deal you'll never go diamond or gold You a joke with your rhymin' and flow You will never experience of bein' signed feel (Seinfeld), this ain't a comedy show Your lie so amazing, cause nigga how you paid when You take trips to the Motel 6, you spend ya Days Inn (in) I'm a Hilton nigga, that's why I can't stand these bitches Like Jamie Foxx I don't stay in a hotel unless his fans see in it I robbed him, I threw his chips in a bag Told him to get out of his car then I whipped 'til I crash He had Kenny G playin' so I went for a rag And I cleaned my Fresh Prince (prints) off the wheel (Will) while I listened to Jazz I couple drips my niggas hand me Even when I'm drunk niggas know not to scam me I send his brother Miles when that blam squeeze Cause like 'Moesha' I'm still on queue (Q) when I'm fuckin' with that Brandy [Round 2: Tech 9] What up Pop Off? After this battle y'all tryin' to pop off? All you gon' see is his neck and that head pop off You'll think I was a cab driver the way I drop off Pine-Sol and bleach water the way I mop off This is like the majors vs the minors A broke nigga vs a grinder An undercard rapper tryin' to battle a headliner All my niggas bring ya forks when we go into that diner [?] with the Jews they prolly made yo' shit in China You pussy; vagina My bitch fine...Rihanna House so big we play manhunt I can't find her I call her on the phone like, "Bitch meet me in the shower Poppin' all night long pills we gon' some [?]" Grab Richie by his Yankee hat, beat the bleep out him Take his watch, take his money, beat the sneaks out him What you know about wet pussy wit' low mileage? Hair stylist, payin' her way through college Nothin' You fuck with hoodrats that be huffin' Sellin' they welfare stamps for half off them bitches busted Your bitches need to be gun butted Put in front of a subway train and run from it You soft duke Thinkin' no one can harm you I warned you Kick you in the stomach then punch my arm through I heard your rap CD is in the bag with dog poop We all shoot, ready for war when they call troops Your call truce, you like to get shit squashed Pop Off? This ya squad? Either I'm goin' blind or this bitch is fried Or Ashton Kutcher got ya boy on the Ripley's ride Since middle school I had fucked up behavior Town watch didn't like me, I was the fucked up neighbor I was 'bout 13 the first time I fucked up paper Yola comin' in, kept my fingers on the razors Tryin' to bounce back, piles of money, I gotta count that I'm old school like peanut button on a mouse trap You talk shit and run ya mouth trap Fuck a handgun a BB gun'll put a hole in his house rat Say whatchu know about that? Whatchu know about packs? Whatchu know about clips? Whatchu know about MACs? You don't know about shit, you don't know 'bout crack You don't even come outside; house cat Put the gun to his head, shoot through the right side Bullets goin' through his earring and break the one on the left side [Round 2: Rich Dolarz] I already knew I was battlin' Tech Cause when I first heard him I was never impressed So me beatin' him is somethin' I would never expect Besides he fuckin' ugly and he never could dress You a bum, get ya swagger right, plus you ain't half as nice So I'ma put you in a box, the casket type A couple shots will make you rock, if I blast it right So the tool'll turn you to food, only maggots like Yeah I break rules like a ape move Own a couple pumps but yeah I bring the blades through My two Spanish homies, yeah they bring the gauge through And ironically they names are "Angle" and "Jesus" He named himself after a gun Well on a beat Mack 10 will make you look like a massacre Calicoe will rap you up and embarrass ya In the Fight Klub that Dipset nigga will make you look average cause You trash and you ain't on 40's Cal'iber You a boss? Well nigga where ya handle at? He snitchin'? I kill him, I dismantle that Like your choice, either the knife or I'ma let the hammer clap I'll let this pest decide (pesticide) that's how I handle rats I run up on him with the mask off like, "Empty ya pockets before I let the Mag off" Like, "Give me the cheddar." Nigga I want the cash dawg cause gettin' this cheese is somethin' I got a craft (Kraft) for So don't even try to act hard I be slavin' ya child have him plantin' weed seeds in my back yard Then I get cheddar like Amar'e I had to put his son in the Garden and get my (K)nicks better I smashed his girl, she call me her favorite I make her happy when I pipe, I'm amazin' Yeah I'll make ya dame wet And she leave my home gay cause everyday I give her the same sex I'ma show you I'm a mean child, run up on ya shorty and choke her 'til she fiend now Ya chick I'm robbin', I'm takin' all the green now Cause when I put the Eagle and Hawk to ya bird I bet she scream "Ow" Tech, you just a funny nigga that worthy You not a rapper, you just a wannabe Eddie Murphy See my man bagged his girl and of course he piped it He said she teach college and her brain is priceless He nutted on her after he sexed her, she gave him coochies In other words, Tech's dream girl gave my Buddy Love, now she a Nutty Professor This ain't a movie The next day he found out, now he callin' startin' fights Now he mad so he hit the Apollo and seen a shorty he like Delirious cause shorty right This dickhead went in her Raw in a Harlem Night Now, within 48 Hours you got AIDS and they don't know what to do witchu Cause to survive you need The Golden Child cause your doctor can do little (Dr. Dolittle) [Round 3: Tech 9] S.P.I. two T.A.G.E Y'all muthafuckas get it right, Wayne A.V.E I'ma show you how I get it when I ride on you Sawed up shotgun, I got the driver view When the lights turn red, I pull on side of you No more tough talk the bitch come outta you "Where you come from nigga?" "I followed you From ya bitch crib. The one with the [?]." This the end of the road, no more problems duke Shotgun fragments, they break inside of you A car go, it's like a car show A car go...then another car go Clothes changin' like the hosts at the award show Ya squad full of bitches, y'all like a broad show Video game gangstas, 'Grand Theft Auto' I'm in a stick shift, whip it like an auto Dope boy music, I got the hard flow My flow hot water, I'm usually where the hard go Call me "short stuff" I'll have the doc pluggin' them cords up Infected gun wounds your whole body will pour puss They lookin' for gangstas, no wonder they sought us I'll tie you to the back of a tour bus Then take the long route I get mad and pour my joint out I know what ya song's 'bout Ya music's ass cheeks I'm in shape like an athlete I'm in ya crib with my foot up on ya sofa and my feets ashy Lil' nigga I'm nasty I fart and I got gas sheets They was supposed to give me one of the top battle rappers, they gagged me Look at this damn geek You in a standstill I pull that hand steel It ain't gon' be no funk group when I get this man drill (Mandrill) Bullets hit the door and some shatterin' the windshield You'll lose control of your wheel, the car'll do a windmill 50 took nine, imagine how ten feel Weed, liquor and Percocets, I'm on my tenth pill You look like you play tennis And stack paper clips to the ceilin' Hopin' that one day you gon' be in the book of Guinness Calm down Waldo, I'm not with the fuckin' gimmicks Another Bronx rapper, I can goods (Goodz) and rip the top off like Popeye do to spinach That ain't a diss nigga I was just makin' up some shit nigga They say I fucked Rich's girl! I'd rather beat my dick nigga I still got that one hitter- quit nigga And I'm tryin' to test it out on a bitch, nigga You frail, you got Michael symptoms Lil' Andrew Bynum Quit bitchin' and check the rock nigga {Smack calls times} [Round 3: Rich Dolarz] Tech you trash just embrace it I'm 100 steps ahead of you nigga so who you racin'? You tryin' to keep up, you watchin' me in amazement Ya eyes stay glued cause I'm who you tryin' to keep pace wit' You better run when that thang spit Two shells from the chrome, ya dome and ya brains split Talkin' all that gang shit on how you reign cliques Please, I heard in jail you was Rick James bitch And he got raped by Michael, someone should smack this guy Cause when it was done, he still gave Jackson 5 See I wanna be Makaveli but y'all bitch and twat Y'all screamin' "Thug Life" like y'all grippin' Glocks So in a round y'all itch a lot cause I'm allergic to soft niggas and y'all a bunch of chicken pox I tell his girl like, "Give me head. It ain't optional." Then I'ma hook her (hooker) like a prostitute Then I jumped in a Fusion, ran her ass over, I gave that slut pain Cause I know gettin' hit by a Ford must sting (Mustang) So you better stop all that brave shit Cause I show you how sharp a nigga's blades get Ya homie's Blood, my homies rep the same shit And they'll still put a .9 to five, no day shift I show you what the blam does, plus I could fight Iron Mike, no hand gloves I'm the man cuz Your shorty blow, then the whole crew join, that's my fan club This brother said he wanna brawl, play those rings So I turned into Street Fighter gave 'em Kato's swings Fatality Mortal Kombat when I spray those things That's what I did to Tech kin (Tekken) cause I don't play those games I'm a nightmare, I bring death to dreams Don't talk Philly murder rate and the TEC's y'all squeeze Cause Joseph Jihad got punched in the face, got y'all battlers lookin' extra sweet And Ness got beat up by a nigga that way less than me Niggas say I'm disrespectful, my shit is rude So I woke up this morning, thinkin' what shit to do? Millz did fuck, Mysonne did [?], that shit was cool See I already what shit I'm about to do The heat'll make him shit in ya pants Then I'ma rob you and rob you and then shit on ya man Suck my dick if you like Tech, I shit on ya fans And if you reach for a pound I'ma shit on ya hand We both got bars but stupid nigga, my shit a problem No comparison, we ain't got shit in common Cause when I rap cats scream, "You the shit nigga" When you rap cats scream, "You ain't shit nigga!" When I run up on you I'm lettin' shit fly Take everything that you own like the shit's mine On some real shit I'll tell him what I'm 'bout to do You talk shit, get the shit slapped out of you
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