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[Round 1: Coffee Brown] You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me, nigga!? You think I give a fuck what these ladies like about me? Look at my knuckles, nigga...it ain't nothin' ladylike about me Battle rap...just like Paid In Full modern-day I guess you ain't gotta be somebody no more You can get online, lie, and front like somebody you ain't The doubt, bullshit lies Mothafuckas tryna smut me since I came They said I can't see Top angles...so I wrote this from the window on a plane Every fuckin' interview, every battle, bitches sayin' my name I drugged these bitches to death, and still let 'em live: that's Narcan I ain't got no fuckin' family or friends in this, I been betrayed If you think I give a fuck about JC or a Christian battle rapper When I'm still seein' the cross in my own people 'til this day?! I ain't never fuckin' worried about your blessings or your judgements either way I am a predator: it's in my nature to eat and give God the preys (praise)! You better watch what you say I will take your kids and make 'em work today Drug mules Yeah, put my powder in your baby diaper and send him through TSA Then I'mma round-trip that lil' bitch through all 52 states! I don't be wit' online debates, doin' the most for clicks I gotta play it smart... They don't know how many charges I be with self-defense Real 'Dino bitch, I'll do him grimy, I'm so easty Anybody from URL can get it, please believe me I'll put Cheeko down in his backyard soon as he meet me Smack bald head, I'll do it greasy Even my boss could catch a bullet! I'll do you cold (Cole), Beasley I got a question for OnlyFans: why they wanna stop Coffee? Tired of seein' me show my ass? Well, I'm flat-chested: y'all won't see Top off me Yes, I left the fuckin' Riot, I'm on my own Y'all should really expect a bitch to be outside 'cause I ain't got a home I am not Smack I never asked for y'all business on this phone I blocked these weirdos But they give their two cents and sub me on they own I'll get you gone 'Dino First Lady, I do the most Get you blown Face off (faceoff) wit' a MAC (Mack) in here? Naw, I'mma get some more people first - it's one of those I came straight from Michigan 'cause he the one I got it in fo' I'll have your body missin', detectives questionin' your kinfolk Where'd they find T? MI Now I'm givin' too much info! Where do we begin? Practice makes perfect, I'm prepared to win Razor - (*swoo*) - I wanna take everything from Top, and start all over again! Self-made bitch! I hit the road, I ain't reach out my hand These mothafuckas talkin' 'bout cancelin' me I don't give a fuck - I made my name off bein' BANNED! I took this battle wit' no break, bitch, to see you break, bitch Get yo' back broke if I'm on yo' ass, like "Can you take dick?" I wanna strip-search your whole crew I'll be in your pockets tryna scrape shit I'm finna test the Culture...since I got a stick in this bitch like a rape kit! They said, "A queen's job is to serve", but I came to dictate shit I can't fake shit Messy bitch, how the fuck you gon' get a run on me? You too lazy I ain't seen a nigga do this much dick-suckin' for a spot in battle rap...since Ben Swayze! I'll put some money on yo' head, send my gravediggers A lotta guns, we raise triggers I'll have them puttin' you on a chain, nigga...like slave dealers I don't fuck wit' nobody! It ain't that they don't fuck wit' me Coffee's an acquired taste, messy bitches sip the tea Gun look like a boiler room, big gauge on the heat I will bring it to his home! Fuck keepin' it in the streets Rented an apartment upstairs from my opp', on a 30-day lease So even when I slept on it...I stayed on top of the beef! New Twitter! See clips over those words, a lotta birds: I sent a Fleet! He unhealthy Shoulda consulted CDC, prolly See, 2021, Coff' (cough) evolvin' Now I'm finna attack the world and T body (antibody) Fans said they tired of hearin' bitches 'bout shit they don't be 'bout That's some shit we can agree 'bout So I'm finna rap about beatin' bitches up, drugs, guns, punchin', stompin' and weed routes Fuck you...and everybody that believe in you I will kill your son if he wanna be you Think LAX Try some fly shit, get dealt a (Delta) bullet It's goin' through T 1 and stoppin' in T 2! You think you shies', T (Shiesty)!? No! You shaped like Pooh! Cooler kit, for T bones: let's have a barbecue! I don't want shit from you, no dick from you Refused gratuity: I don't even want the tip from you! These bitches are battle rappers, they are not a opp I will lump your head and have you talkin' to police, too Now you can join them bitches: y'all (k)not cops I will not stop! I wanna walk this King down a block wit' a piece (peace) Feel like Coretta Scott Boy, my nigga from Detroit I give a fuck if you got guns, he got better chops Don't get me pissed off Heard you wit' Zip 'Em Up I hit my 313 nigga a couple plates to have Zip sauced Can't nobody talk that shit to me I give a fuck who it is Cleopatra: I'm the first Black bitch had niggas movin' bricks I ain't never in my life turned down shit! I was born a breached baby: I been a standup bitch If they compare our cloth, I'm Gucci You could see the double G in me He's Burberry design...well, we can all see the B in T! I wanna talk to you Standup niggas get sat down in recline So for (sofa) now...get comfortable [Round 1: T-Top] I said, free my dog He wanted to be a trapper so bad But he had a job in a stock market He made some good money too, he was just mad that he got bosses And now he doing work from his cell, he got charges It's just crazy how he left his cubicle for a box office Now Smack asked me, have I fucked you before I told em "Nah..." on some player shit He said "You ain't gotta lie to me, shon. Who you playin' with?" Oh, y'all on y'all interrogation shit 'Cause first thing you do is hand me Coffee Well, I still ain't sayin' shit 'Cause if that's my shorty, she trappin' for me If I'm holdin' when the police come, she better snatch it off me and stash the soft, B I ain't trippin', I'm used to hiding my packs in Coffee You got potential, well let's see if we can reach an alliance She said I got a couple pounds, baby, we not excited If she ain't trying to take a trip for them bricks, then she's not invited I only like traffic in (traffickin') bitches like T.I. and Tiny! 'Cause you said, you had to drive through Mexico with the kilo? Unbelievable, but the shit was hot Baby, you know I had to visit docks That's why you keep asking me to meet my plug, I wish the shit would stop 'Cause I'll bring you to the Cuban, Coffee But they won't even give you a little shot And if I bring you, just don't be bullshittin' in them small towns 'Cause 12 gon' take you to jail if they get called out I don't care if you got two pills on you! They gon' make you pull your drawers down Take your E's away and make you cough (Coff'), Brown! I kick your door down - BOOM! You better let a nigga in Before I break your jaw Bitch, you will never talk again Arm brace, leg brace, you will never walk again I make Coffee shop for a white cast like a episode of Friends! Where you been!? 'Cause your last battle was in LA, right? But you didn't show up...no guts Said "I was beefing with some bitches at the venue!" So what!? Grow up! You was thinking they had the .50 and was scared to make your slow bucks (Slowbucks)! Then you get on Twitter like, "Nah, them bitches was the police I got the paperwork, facts" Well, y'all know the fans' next question, "Where the paperwork at?" You showed us some shit that had misspelled words and no dates on it You ain't even have a number for a court case on it It was from Windows 96, she really had no shame on it You even called RX "Jasmine" Bitch, you put the wrong NAME on it! So you making paperwork up on bitches - that's how that go? I feel like that's some police shit, but I don't know What I do know is, I don't hear no more war literature On how you tore niggas up 'Cause to dodge a ass-whooping, you made fake paperwork and forged signatures Not one, not two, not three, but four signatures It was her, the defendant, a witness, and court signature We all sick of ya And it's your character that got us tight as fuck It ain't about the fake paperwork, it's how it take a fake bitch to go and type it up Huh? 'Cause then she said them bitches got her slipping at the welfare office First thing I wanted to know, bitch, was; why was you at the welfare office? I think that's the story you should tell more often Was you applying for food stamps so you could sell some off it? Or trying to get a gynecologist to knock the smell up off ya? You can tell us, Coffee 'Cause they say soon as you came up out of that building they smooth popped ya Boom, dropped ya Sprinkled you on top of the grass, they moon-rocked ya Woomp-womped ya Tool socked ya Boo-blaka! Y'all was outside and she hit you with a room-rocker Bitch! So I don't want to hear how you came up out the mud Or how you slang a lot of drugs Your name Coffee, bitch You was supposed to leave a stain around her mug But you a thug? Dog, you ain't nothing but a big cup of coffee made with sink water I wouldn't taste a drink on ya You got a stink aura I believe you when you say you the outcast (OutKast), 'cause it be looking like it's stank on ya (Stankonia) I pull a shank on ya So don't tell me how you blaze the llama Bitch, every other day your name in drama You're about two weeks from being T-Top's new baby momma So save your lies, brah 'Cause if y'all wanna hear the truth, y'all got it Dog, my BM'll whoop yo' ass if y'all two start fighting I'm talking uppercuts, left hooks, and two more righties On God, she'll have Coffee out the window like Bruce Almighty! Who you gon' call? Champagne? Well, y'all better have some poles up in the whip 'Cause if y'all jump her, I swear I'm going postal in this bitch Grab a knife, I'm really 'bout to poke her in her shit Go O.J. on Champagne, and make a mimosa out that bitch! And y'all as close as it get Well, that don't mean shit to me Y'all just two thirsty bitches that's named after drinks Oh my God, something wrong with me Tonight I brought it all with me Y'all thought I was losing, wait (weight)- Nah, that's the wrong Big T Concrete [Round 2: Coffee] That's not it Coffee was in headlines like he said all '20 and '21 I feel like the President I mean, all these mothafuckin' politics I'm in, and I ain't never ran for shit You can't ignore it Every time one of these mothafuckas underestimate my worth, they end up payin' for it I want wreck Ever since your Strike battle, for you, I lost all respect Bein' a fuckin' follower Seekin' validation from strangers to get a blue check I put my hands on that little girl, and y'all seen the proof The paperwork, the video But y'all Unbias(ed) Review is to accept them weirdos' cover story and make me Battle Truth? And for the record, part of an OoP is his public court record! Not her TPO, you fuckin' goof I really be trippin' I think of takin' bitches from they children Swear to God, I ain't kiddin' I'd rather let you fuckin' dummies assume my situation, before I gotta assume the position As far as I'm concerned, mothafuckas can say anything here and y'all believe it's that Like how he good wit' angles, but lost to Hoffa? That's easy Math You went viral for your 3rd round - "Self-checkout"? Don't talk to me 'bout my business, nigga I have nothin' to reflect 'bout See, my stock not affected when them niggas sellouts See, we both had public fights But I had a fallout, you fell out Check yaself off You lost to Ill Will? And you beat COVID, so you think you immune from Coff'!? (cough) You ain't got enough You seen that fight footage, nigga Before I let you punch wit' me, you gon' get knotted up Tell the truth...once He took this battle 'cause the one with Swamp got him spooked like Goosebumps Check yaself out! Melvin, we got some shit to reflect 'bout I already know you won't fight or up no triggers Wanna know how I figure? This nigga did a interview after his MurdaLand battle explaining how he not physically built or in shape to be a stand-up nigga Check yaself out What you gon' do? Counter-write? Well, counter-write How the fuck they gon' counter truth? I give a fuck who love me in Compton or L.A. My town do! But ain't a single mothafucker from Carolina that endorse or be around you 'Cause you a fuckin' coon! I put this mask on and keep spinnin' 'til everything die: that's Bandicoot Check yaself out You had a nigga jump in your battle when Swamp started rappin'... But yo' bitch ass ain't jump in your own fight when Brizz was scrappin'! You got on your back and start squirtin' for niggas! Real freak action! Check yaself out! I drop bitches and I tell 'em "I don't wanna battle" You get dropped like a bitch and duck the battle That's facts But all that duckin' good for his health: that's Aflac Check hisself out This mothafucka ain't foolin' me, he foolin' y'all I know why you wanna battle that white man Humpty Dumpty need the Horseman to put him back on since that fall Check yaself out! It's me, nigga! I look at you and know what's up! This snake nigga ain't gon' bite a bullet... (*chk-chk*) I put the whole mill' (meal) in his gut! Fat nasty fuck! Ain't seen your dick in months! Homegirl said she woulda gave him head, but his belly button stunk! He can't buy a drink for a bitch! He ain't the type we trust to get drunk! Ain't you the same nigga? Be apologizin' and bitchin' up when you feel the crutch? Ain't you the same nigga? Not allowed in Chicago for speakin' on females and doin' too much!? Ain't this the same nigga!? Tongue-kissed the mouth Rex dick used to FUCK!? Ain't this the same nigga... Ain't this the same nigga endorsed by Haymaker, but can't handle a punch!? Check yaself out See, you weigh a ton, but I'm more solid You can't move me This shit finna get ugly, and I hate it had to be you, T (beauty) Eat, eat! You sweet Question me, see a demon outta nowhere: Ouija! Or get shot for a little arm bump: that's TB Check yaself out I been trappin', nigga Cali to Toronto, L.A. and back Don't talk to me about no Twitch battle, nigga, I ain't need that I hit the road and made 50K everywhere they be at Fuckin' wit' you? Nigga...that's gon' get you killed Bad-built ass I bet when you lay down, you look spilled You fuckin' weirdo You make me uncomfortable I don't fear nothin' except the sick bitch voluntarily fuckin' him Check yo' self out You ain't got no mothafuckin' drugs! You ain't no mothafuckin' plug! Even in jail, I was chargin' everything in the pod like earbuds! It ain't shit he could show me! You ain't no G.O.A.T. here You barely hangin' on at the bottom You ain't no G.O.A.T., T - you a goatee I will take a big blade... Cut it! Cut it! Send his body outta town Turn T-Top O.T. Fuck you, the police, and a mothafuckin' case! I caught all my cases pre-Corona Y'all think I give a fuck about bein' in Bear (bare) face? Round 2 [Round 2: T-Top] I guess everybody fuckin' wit' T (tea) now 'cause they tired of Coffee Bitch, you'se a corner store gas station dollar coffee You that "I'm late for work, can't stop at Starbucks, so I'll settle for McDonald's" coffee You a take a sip, spit it out, "This is not my coffee" Bitch, you a QuikTrip, Sheetz, or a Wawa coffee And Ms. Miami, I'm disappointed in you, girl You supposed to represent for the have-nots Showed up wit' a mask, Glock And really sent her to the doctor (Dr.), Miami You were supposed to get her ass shot 'Cause you disrespected her Crip flag! And Coffee, you was big mad I mean, you pushed her, she pushed you, that's big facts Shit, the only reason she yelled out, "Stamp!" is 'cause you never got your lick back But your nigga was there, right!? Your nigga was there, right!? Man, Caffeine thought he had a weapon prob'ly Shoestring on a heavy shotty He came through the crowd wide like a Chevy body By the time she yelled "Stampede!", he done trampled on top of everybody Dawg, you was 'bout to let him beat up a bitch? Well, be careful, bestie 'Cause that's the type of nigga that'll beat up his bitch Matter fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he already beat on his bitch He piped you up, right? Took you out Adidas for kicks Got you Balenci's, Burberrys out his Neiman expense But y'all had to fight every night to prove y'all love Well, that ain't really got no meaning to this I'm just sayin', after he cracked Coffee top, that's when we started seein' the drip Before that, ho, you was just known as Geechi lil' bitch His lil' mutt pup that he was always feedin' and shit But Coffee finally got her own man, y'all And you wanted us to be proud, too But how, boo? When that one altercation alone made us doubt dude 'Cause we don't know if he beatin' the shit or...beatin' the shit out you You don't know how many females seen that battle and had a attitude!? Some even felt bad for you! 'Cause if he'll attack a woman on camera It ain't no tellin' what he'll do when y'all at the room Ooh, is that too soon? He bust yo' head, then you expect me to come and patch the wound? Well, the person that put y'all together is who you should be mad at, too 'Cause as soon as he Got the Hook-Up, he was beatin' yo' ass Black and Blue! So are you in danger, bitch? Blink once for "yes" and twice for "no" Just watch the violence, ho 'Cause before he bring his ass in this ring and try to stop the show All my men'll pause (menopause) and this .50'll stop your flow Bitch, you gots to go 'Cause lately we've been seein' how you act, Coffee Tell the truth, that shit is wack, Coffee Don't forget before your sugar daddy came with the cream, bitch, you was just Black, Coffee Now I'mma black, Coffee, MAC on me I tried to bring a ladder to the ring: I'm Matt Hardy Caffeine wouldn't let me in the building wit' the strap on me That's corny! They only came to see the nigga wit' the gun like a tag party Shotgun! Go through her front and smack shorty! Ask DNA...Everything Don't Have a Backstory! [Coffee] That's one [T-Top] Shotgun! Go through her front and smack shorty! Ask DNA...Everything Don't Have a Backstory! And just to be accurate, bitch, you ain't even no Acura, bitch You'se a Pontiac LeMans on some passenger shit Under that wig, I know it's a bunch of patches and shit Hair matted with twists - I'm pretty sure half of it itch Don't look me in my eyes, baby... 'Cause I'mma ask you why them lashes so thick They look like two fully-grown black cats when you squint No, you can literally ask 'em to sit! They nasty as shit! Look, you gotta rap wit' me, bitch That mean that's all we ever want But she'd rather post thirst traps wit' all the colors in the front She upload it, then delete it She only post it for the month I guess that's the best part about Coffee filters You can only use 'em once What you want!? What you want!? You still mad I told the crowd you was fuckin' Twork? [Coffee] Yes [T-Top] When on yo' Instagram, all you promote is how you fuck and twerk? You got some fuckin' nerve! You shoulda let yo' status get you up But, baby, you got nekkid hoping yo' ass would be enough What I'm sayin' is, you didn't even have to give it up Don't you see I gave you a bigger shot than any battler you fuck!? Now you fucked! 'Cause this is definitely a favor And it's lookin' like a lecture on paper I coulda came in here talkin' 'bout the head that you gave up To get ahead in the game, but I'd rather teach you to keep you from doin' sexual favors just to get your name up Don't you see that advice I done gave ya? All the light I done gave ya? I felt like I owed Black women for the Kenneka line, so I was tryna repay ya! But look how you try to come play us! Like I was never the greatest Without a co-sign from a up-and-coming star, you would never have made it So thank Geechi! You coulda been dead on the pavement But your whole career, you was followin' Gotti around like a federal agent! And he was never complainin' Bro! And he was never complainin'! So why I hate you? It's 'cause you never win two rounds Why I hate you? You dissed Geechi online, so we know you ain't official now Why I hate you? You made fake paperwork You need to put the magazine and the pistols down I mean, soon as they made Coffee table, I laid all my issues down Concrete [Round 3: Coffee] I brung some extra niggas wit' me to the ring like a scandal affair 'Cause even as a little girl, my mama taught me how to handle a Bear You know...just put both arms out and squeeze on him if I get scared Battle rap somethin' else- (That's hard) -let this dumb nigga become Businessman of the Year They even let him join NWX You should be with Saga and Street Hymns You've been gettin' Horse'd your whole career You not the plug I could tell before Haymaker, he ain't send it Dirty, flashy nigga in his mid-30s, barely findin' independence I heard...you put about 20 thousand diamonds in your mouth... (*chk-chk*) To end up dead wit' some nickel in it! Beat him! Stab him! Boy, I'll let my hittas get him It won't make sense how he end up the next victim We spinned him Police tryna ask what happened? I really can't account for shit: I'm in check systems I got laundry charges, nigga, for handlin' huge loads Mrs. Puff: I teach these squares how to move boats It's facts about you that the real bitch in me won't let me expose But see, I used to sleep on the ground I still ain't got a problem puttin' everything on the flo' (flow) See, everybody knew me in school for sellin' candy And now I got the candy for they nose I'm talkin' Pop Rocks to Roxis, Blow Pops to blow Tic-Tacs to lower tabs, snow cones to pure snow Pixie to angel dust, Chico to sherm sticks Nigga...I got loads so heavy on my block, I gotta move that shit wit' a permit If it's anything about me I think you should know I hate he take that boo-boo weed and pass it for exotic smoke I mean, Baby Boy... We all seen Melvin cookin' in the kitchen, ended up sellin' that outdo' Fuck you, what you heard, or what a broke bitch said If we get caught with food, that's two different cases His fat ass was goin' hungry, I'm goin' Fed'! He announced our battle on Live Now on Live I wanna have you pronounced dead I don't give a fuck who you is, nigga I don't give a fuck who the rookie Come talk crazy, please push me M950, this ain't the first time a Calico(e) exposed he pussy I am who the fuck I say I am... I am who I say I am, and I can bang that Debo (Deebo) brung this nigga to my block to get your chain snatched! He better hope he ain't around if I'm down bad tryna get up I know you got Haymaker Well, that's why he the one I'mma set up He the type to fall in love before I even give the pussy or mouth up It's always easy to bait a (beta) man that ain't a alpha I hate you fakin'-ass mothafuckas in this culture Bein' around these fuck bitches make it hard to keep composure Ain't nobody tellin' my business here or in DA (NDA)... That's a non-disclosure Fuck you teachin' me!? Your slogan alone say you a worker You ain't no boss, I don't believe that Yo' best bet tonight is to keep these niggas' nuts out yo' mouth Get in T bag (teabag) The old you Drugs! Guns! Street! T, rap! Otherwise, sweatin' me gon' make this a body after Cor' (core): a T (tea) wrap! This was a very expensive battle, nigga! Just ask Caffeine It's about five thousand for this Coffee cup like good lean Yeah, he make good music He's a rap nigga - ALL his records clean! I will take everything from you and run off if I feel the need I'm not worried about you catchin' me, fat bitch Mathematically, T problem gon' be distance and speed Who told him he could see me? Bullets fat-burn all through his body Turn Blue-Check to Green T (tea)! I will shoot the fuck outta you! I will shoot the fuck! Out! Of! You! I will shoot the FUCK outta you! And beat your bitches It look like amateur golfin' I keep swingin' on T (tee) misses! Grandma, daughter, son - who gettin' washed today? I'm front-loadin' with a quarter - you gotta pay I'll have 'em pickin' through your family genes (jeans) like laundry day I give a fuck who hatin'! I'm good 'cross the nation You see Coffee in every hood now: that's gentrification I ain't scared of y'all Stupid-lookin' nigga! I hate yo' face - I wanna slap it off Actin' like you a terrorist...you ain't 'bout that at all I put my white boys on him wit' one instruction and three syllables... Steal everything and cap it all! (Capitol) Toolie squirt! He gettin' hurt! If the gun got too many bodies, we sell it Won't put it in the dirt Yeah, we got a little Fetti' from this ratchet: that's Shooney birth! Big chop', make traffic stop, I gotta hold it down I wanna SKRRT! (skirt) on him at a incline They think he yodel now I keep a pound First thing in the mornin', I'll be over your bed I won't make a sound How am I the best part of wakin' up? Coffee finna put you in the grounds You told me "Back out"? Well, I don't got nothin' but disrespect for you I don't even Cha-Cha Slide Why the fuck would I side-step for you? Until I get to Heaven, swear to God I'mma give him hell and get my wealth Whole gang in here! Came with so many cons...I can't think of nothin' positive about myself I don't give a fuck about you as a opp', nigga URL said you was cheapest to pay I treat this like givin' my nigga head any other night Go crazy wit' Top Next, I should face DNA You got the fuckin' one Two Glocks! These events finna go unexplained after a shot wit' these paranormal guns! I'm in the fast lane, nigga You can check my past I'mma treat this like Georgia stations Soon as you cue, T (QT)...gettin' gassed Now get your gas, nigga 3-0, fuckboy 3-0, fuckboy [T-Top] (*laughs*) No! [Coffee] Weirdo [T-Top] Gonna get washed, baby girl [Coffee] 3-0, weirdo [Round 3: T-Top] Get washed, baby- Alright, I say, um... Fuck it...now let me put it in (*The sudden segue leaves Coffee taken aback and she coughs as she takes a drink from her water bottle*) [Coffee] (*chuckles*) That shit creepy, though He sayin' that shit... [T-Top] Ay, you been under fire lately, Coffee And I just came to shake the skillet After this, you gon' hate the villain 'Cause they say, "Coffee got too much, T" (tea) And I can't wait to spill it Congratulations, baby I see you finally got your son back Now fuck rap As a Black parent myself, baby, I love that But cut the thug act, aight? 'Cause shit happens, I'll kidnap him This be the second time you get yo' son snatched! You say you pump crack, right? Well, what you think he gon' do when the state leave? Rake leaves? Bitch, he gon' try to sell that work to make cheese He seen his mother takin' the easy road Well, he gon' travel down that same street You might really lose yo' son to The Game He gon' be Waist Deep! Wait, please! They say them crackers had to come your crib, make sure you know your rights They let him stay two, three hours, but no overnights They used to stand lil' man on your porch You couldn't hold him tight You had to talk to your kid through a screen like the Poltergeist We know your type Not wantin' to live Lettin' niggas beat yo' ass right in front of yo' kids You tell a couple of fibs, then get punched in the ribs Go to the PTA meetings wit' the cuts on your lip And now the teacher gotta take him to the guidance counselor 'Cause his mother's a child, and he can't get no guidance out her She prolly in the bathroom hittin' lines of powder While he tryna form a line for powder See, if he was mine, I'd try to make the little homie proud 'Cause I see he's gettin' older and feelin' lonely now I shoulda thought about this line before I wrote this round! 'Cause if Coffee keeps you up, how the fuck you supposed to HOLD HIM DOWN!? You don't even show Nutty Blocc love no more! Aight, you deeply indebted You got put on, but don't wanna give Geechi his credit Bitch, you weak and pathetic- [Coffee] Never [T-Top] You are no- You gon' let me rap!? Aight? [Coffee] I never was from Nutty Blocc [T-Top] Aight, aight... You don't even rep Nutty Blocc no more! Aight, you deeply indebted You got put on, but don't wanna give Geechi his credit You are weak and pathetic You are nothin' but a lie to us All them knife bars, but couldn't cut it in the Mafia!