Round 1 of the aznraps tag team tournament vs Chosen Onez (SureLoc & A-Ball)
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Lyrics
DYP tha goldynchild
Ayo FLOW Sik/Play that Mobb Deep beat
It's time to resurrect this fuckin' EAST/West beef
Cuz these faggots out in Cali wanna battle wit tha best
Time to strap on a vest and slap a gat up in their chest
Bless tha mic wit preciseness/Type decisive
You bitches look like guys but not quite like a dyke is
I got a $2 dollar pen, and a $10 dollar mic, kid
But beating wack emcees like you two? PRICELESS
Round 1 separate the men from tha mices
We confident as fuck/Y'all SHOOK like dices
Psychics predictin' that we bout to take tha tourney
From Jersey to Queens/We lock it down/Show no mercy
Yo A-Ball, I saw your picture and laughed
Fuckin' fat-ass FAG/Grab a can of Slim Fast
Plus you think you're a Crip?/Man, you just a fake mobster
Only crew acceptin' you is called Weight Watchers
Drop 100 pounds like you get dropped from this round
And SureLoc?/Bro, man you need to change your sound
Cuz you sound like a wack-ass Master P
I just call it how I see it/Don't be mad at me
Yo FLOW Sik/These bastards be
Thinkin' that they ill/It's so sad to see
It all end tragically/Magically you're done
Knock you out wit one shot/Call us 151
I'm HATIN' on these "bitches"/Classify me as a sexist
I turn tha 'C' in SureLoC into double 'S's
Cuz it's a Sure LOSS/Matter fact it's a death wish
When we drop from tha top like tha roof on a Lexus
Respect this/Two of tha illest in tha game
FLOW Sik and DYP/Muthafuckaz know tha name
Nuff Said/We cummin' hard like rough sex
Chosen Onez is one and done/Who's up next?
FLOW Sik:
Wanna know tha outcome to this match?/Observe ya name
You tha Chosen Onez to DIE/Simple and plain
Man, you fuckin' wit a koreano that's deranged
Insane in tha fuckin' head/Should be locked in a cage
Feel me/Lemme start of wit SureLoc
I'mma do a favor for every single neighbor in your block
By burning down your crib while you and your family's in it
Cuz nobody likes you rapper/You need to quit it
You don't like me but don't try to fight me
You get shot up from your chest down to your Nikes
You fresh off tha boat Chinese wit a blockhead
Hard hittin' punches like Tyson make you drop dead
Four legs and a tail/You a straight bitch
While my shit is off tha hook like runaway fish
Tryin' to be gangsta/You'll never reach my level
Grab my gun and bang your head like heavy metal
When I'm behind tha mic I keep it hotter than a kettle
Bringin' hell on earth/Call me tha fuckin' devil
Catz like A-Ball can't stay strong
The type to run away when we about to engage war
Pussy ass nigga that just does tha shit-talkin'
Aim to shoot for your feet and have you crip-walkin'
By tha way, muthafucka, claimin' you crip
You be claimed DEAD, once you shot from ya head to ya hips
Yo these catz think they gun-busters/Straight hustlers
You're straight garbage/We chuck you niggas in tha dumpster
Wordplay and punchlines/FUCK all that bullshit
Got tha full clip in tha semi and spit out bullets
In ya face, bitch/In this game I got what it takes, kid
I spit tha fuckin' illest shit and I'mma make it
While y'all niggas is everywhere/Lookin' for a job
No one wants you niggas/Get paid givin' blowjobs
Freddy wit tha machete/I'm your worst nightmare
If you wanna go at it/Yo we'll be right here
We could do tha gunfight or bring it back to boxing
Either way yo it's two bodies that's droppin'
SureLoc and A-Ball and that's fo sho
Dead it on like Desert Storm and that's how it goes
Every line you spit's a step closer to death
I bust shots when I spit/Leave a hole in ya neck
BITCH