Gettin' Plenty Lovin'

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Baby (I Still Need Your Lovin')

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[Round 1: Jey The Nitewing] Rest in Peace to my people back home Samo and Solo, Alex, Uretta, Lucent R.I.P. Slim and R.I.P. Safe... 11-0! Back-to-back on the 11th NOME! Feel like I walked here... So killin' Ave for me? Just another stretch of road So you left the Cave, huh? Well, it makes sense they sent Nitewing to let you know That you ain't talkin' to Glueazy, and I done told them niggas to let you go! Bitch, who the fu- hold this for me Bitch, who the FUCK said you was New Era!? 'Cause it wasn't us! Fonz vs. you, Rookies vs. Vets, right? So what the fuck? ...Wassup? So what the fuck? Nah, they said New Era's after T-Top and all them Man, that shit dumb as fuck They wanna play all nice on Twitter Man, I should fuck you up! Bitch, this nigga suspect! Jumped on our side just to get farther Been rappin' since that nigga Head I.C.E was Head Water! I look stupid, nigga!? He's a PACK! This nigga's a PACK! This nigga's a PACK! I look stupid, nigga!? I'm 'posed to forget what y'all was sayin'? Before the tournament, usin' our name and was downplayin'? And now you one of us, huh? That's 'cause you know your name downgradin' You already had a foundation Was already a crowd favorite Now your style basic, outdated Clout-chasin' Who you outrankin'!? We already got Fonz at the table! What this clown bringin'!? You damn right I'm checkin' you, like Barbie dolls stripped down naked 'Cause I had a feelin' I was gon' see some pussy shit Found NATHAN! Dalmatian! A PACK! Dalmatian! This is Big Dawg (Dog) 101, but why bark for? Got me on Ave wit' this bullshit - I'm snatchin' back the aux cord! They very surprised, knowin' how fast I'mma bury this guy Schrodinger's Cat: he get boxed dead or alive! You tellin' 'em lies! Left the Cave, and now you rebrandin' Hidin' in our class like there's a shooter on campus I can't stand it... How the fuck I'm s'posed to endorse this shit!? Yeah, you back-to-back wit' the punches I'm back-to-back wit' performances You sorry bitch! You sorry bitch! I'm back-to-back wit' performances You sorry bitch (*Jey chokes/stumbles*) Aaaaaa-AAAGH! Nah, man You sorry bitch It's that NOME effect, baby You sorry bitch! Hmm..."back-to-back wit' performances" You sorry bitch Hmm, hmm... It's ain't a question whether- see, I got it, man! It ain't a question whether I'm better than y'all! DNA showed us - the Great Shark ain't never evolve! Who better to call? The one who apply the pressure! Yo' height get measured! It's plenty suits for all y'all niggas to get sized together! That mean, they bring out the best material for you, just like depression! This shit a BODY! Ugly-ass death: the shinigami! All of y'all DIE the same: I done hit a Yahtzee! Try and stop me! Give your stomach a cut: it's Hydroxy! After this- NO! NO! He's a PACK, NIGGA! He's a PACK! After this, it's gon' be official (O'fficial): autopsy (all topsy)! Try and stop- You're not gettin' me! Whole fam'll get dropped if y'all sendin' me I'm talkin' sister, mother down (System of a Down): the Toxicity! It's bad for your kind! Whoa... It's bad for your kind Darryl Daw- (*Jey loses his composure and briefly breaks out in a chuckling fit*) Now everybody excited, baby! Let's go It's bad for your kind Darryl Dawkins: I'll break the glass in your line Like I lost my Thunder You see the chalk? Let that be ya sign You outta ya mind! You really not shit I'm not surprised, bitch Look who you rocked wit' The Cave roster (Rasta) - bum, bum, bum! (bom-bom-bom) What a plot twist! I'm too much! (*chuckles again*) Yo, my nigga's wildin'... I'm too much! Two weeks or two months I said, most-wanted on two weeks or two months This gon' be APBs wit' Jey, like reduced lunch I'll punch through you Yo, they like, "Ezekiel Elliott goin' crazy right now" That's how I'll undo you 'Cause I'm gonna laugh when the hospital staff rushin' liters of blood to you Keep your heads up and hold your balance 'Cause if you ever gonna beat Jey, just know fallin' will get you stretched I'll turn Ave into a freeway Now I said, "Ave", I said "freeway", "snow fallin'" Yeah, that shit's kinda crazy, right? But that's just me throwin' the type punches Ave'll land (avalanche) just to break the ice! Jey The NIte! You can not debate! You 'bout to die today New Era how, pussy!? Huh? You got your flowers late? Well, shit, y'all already gave me Beas' (bees) job So fuck it, I'll throw a pile on Nate (pollinate)! It stops today! Big mad - fuck out my face [Round 1: Ave] Y'all ready? I said, it's 'bout time somebody finally put me face-to-face wit' this bitch! My first Rookies vs. Vets plate coulda waited a bit The Fonz work was well, peep But he done had to Kiss tha Game Goodbye Yeah, I done gave Jey the (Jada) first L, P (LP) But now we here, and we gon' make sure that the rules clear You want smoke? 'Tell Me' from the jump like Dru Hill 'Cause if he take it past rap Y'all gon' think he Rikishi seein' a Samoan dropped on the face...ask (ass) Smack! 'Cause I'll nap a nigga! Either that, or your jaw broke, mark I'll take it farther Swear to God, don't start AR with a scope and a shoulder stock Muzzle on, no bark Yeah, tell the mechanic I brought Advance(d) Auto Parts! You brought your squad? Tell 'em, "Don't get involved wit' the threat noise" 'Cause I'll spark So I advise you, "Walk with some Pep, Boys" And don't stop until you almost gone 'Cause bitch, I'm raisin' and blazin' at anything that's in this auto zone (AutoZone)! The fuck you on!? Yeah, I tote chrome 'cause I'm a fighter- and I'm a fighter I just can't jack gettin' killed (jacket and kilt) like Roddy Piper So tonight, bruh, you feel as if you wanna take it that far? I'm goin' to the trunk on a King: it ain't Babar! So tell your man he should bury all those plans I got hands, and I'll let that heavy auto blam 'Cause I'm wit' all smoke, fam' Boy, I'm not the one to play wit', King Yeah, I'm more of a Eddy Gordo fan! The fuck you sayin'? You ain't King of this Culture! You'se a dweeb and I told ya! Plus them niggas that you be wit' is chocha! I'll dump the grip, and if it's more left to squeeze in the toaster I owe Jey (OJ) some Mo': now he a mimosa! I done told ya! I'm all for the action, talk cheapest Which means I done left Jermaine cold (Cole) on The Off-Season Or either give his broad the blazer If this pussy nigga really a mechanic, he should alternate her (alternator) Oh, niggas sayin', "That's a broad." Man, fuck his wife! I'll give her two to (tutor) the head like she don't suck dick right Or we could fight and you'll get tortured, dummy And bitch, you better help your King stay up if you feel he that royal, honey I'm comfy, and can't nobody hand me that power You bring static to one of mine? I'm where your family at, coward Strap in the whip Oldies on, jammin' 'em louder Pole next to the seat like a handicap shower! We handle ours, niggas strapped to this day 3-point contest: I'll get niggas five racks to hit Jey (J)! So tell him it ain't worth it, Smack Yeah, the nigga wanna be Robin, 'til his family die from them circus acts That's facts! Yeah, OK, aight then That's facts! See, yo' actions should make you behave better You gon' end up in some shit that can't help ya Medics need someone to explain better But all they can really say is, "Doc, the (Dr.) King tried to walk down Ave." This ain't Selma! You better tell 'em! This Norfolk shit is nothin' but deadly He probably feel this fat nigga ain't ready I bet you I could fuck yo' bitch - then what can you tell me? Make her give me Sincere Knowledge and buns (Bunz) 'cause she lovin' the Belly! Nigga, respect me! See, you pop 'cause you brolic Shit, we coulda swapped yo' spot wit' anybody that's been rockin' That's honest, 'cause you ain't mattered 'til they dropped my deposit Had to get a bag to crush mini-I.C.E (ice) like they got it from Sonic's Is you retarded? Yo' part of the market was iffy, bitch And the only niggas known to put on Seattle were 60 Crip You some shit they coulda left buried So listen, brother, accolades, we ain't got the same, Jey (J) You Seth Curry But see, me, nigga? I'm legendary, the game know me But even without the stage, I can eat off of the 'caine, homie You think we the same, brodie? Well, tell me, how is you gon' eat, pussy, if SMACK drop you? You ain't Jody Without these major cards, yo' broad gon' just move away You think BANNEDs'll (Bands a) Make Her Dance? Nah, that ain't too Juicy, Jey (J) And that's why ya ho be on me Told me, because she know that I make big dough nut (doughnut) on the roof - Holy Moly! See, that's cold, B But see, it's yo' fault 'cause you brought the gas Believin' you exceedin' them niggas that's from your class But you not, bro, I'm sorry A King? Nigga, hardly You are to URL what Ving Rhames is to Arby's Nigga hardly a star, B But come up here with all this bark like you don't fuck up the card You partly Harvey And don't even start me, 'cause I'll see you wit' the heaters Yeah, this (diss) towards Jey (Jay) will be brutal - remember "Ether"! I'mma keep it G, bruh, I don't feel one threat You feel some type of pressure? Then come check I guarantee you, you won't clear one step Like I come up here and bitch about punches You lucky I ain't threw a real one yet Yo, it's the bet [Round 2: Jey The Nitewing] (*sheepishly*) Y'all prolly got him takin' the first... I ain't gon' make no excuse today He just said somethin' that, to me, sounded super gay How do you have the skills to tutor my bitch wit' head, bro? Like...like, what we doin', Nate? You said you was gon'- like, what we doin', Nate? See, I'm the type of nigga that'll just pat the bitch on the head like, "She's doin' great!" My nigga Ave, man... I ain't gon' lie to you I got no problem wit' you, my nigga But your nephew owe me $25,000 [Ave] (*chuckles*) My nephew... (*laughs*) [Jey The Nitewing] That ain't got shit to do wit' us If I gotta go through you, that's cool, too And I understand that you usually punch But understand me, my nigga Us Samoans, back home? (*chuckles*) All we do is punch And see, we also got a word for "shark" It's the same word that we use for "lunch" It's actually funny I spoke to you in the lobby before this, like it was the Hotel Cecil You wanna die? Be my guest You sloppy at best Got the crows gettin' fat from all these bodies I left I ain't trippin', y'all He throw a punch, he gon' miss 'em all like they don't visit y'all Like mad quick I'll leave this dumbass stiff (Mastiff), and this your biggest dog Every fist, slower than the clock hands on a prison wall! I'm disappointed...again! Fuck what y'all talkin' about How I lose to Fonz when I got his uncle callin' me out!? I'll put this bitch under NOME (gnome) like a spare key to the house! It ain't no keepin' me out! A PACK! It ain't no keepin' me out! For me, this can't be a look ever! Said this shit was gon' be a movie They right! They booked better New Era, they already know what Jey do Polynesian sauce drippin' on Sundays, too The young Jason, Momoa I could play the Aquaman part But it ain't no audition when y'all listen to how I talk to this Shark! See, I'm just dialin' in True Island God, it's no retirement I don't know how many times I gotta tell niggas I'm not Hawaiian, fam' Like if I had a chain on, it's around my fist, 'cause I really fight to win When Shark tooth in the necklace, you can call me Hawaiian then! Nah, FUCK THAT! You on some funny shit!? Alright, my friend You know what it is wit' Jey (Jay) - Silent Bob Strikes Again! But this time, I'll use the necklace to choke him The bitch died Now it's a whole Shark on the chain like 6ix9ine! Stomp this nigga face in to see what's on his mind! Shit pushed in like "Yeah, bro! Big time!" Yo' bitch cryin', tryin' to save you, like I took it way too far Screamin' "Please! My kids love him" She tryin' to Baby Shark I said, fuck that! I'll send him home - call it mercy, whatever If I was really mad, I'd have introduced Shark to a Desert I'm flyin' back to Seattle, feelin' like this wasn't even a battle This shit discipline Fuck a bigger boat - all I need is a paddle! I don't play those Cave games, but nigga, speakin' of Shadows What's happenin', Nathaniel? You hittin' air with all those jabs you tossin' Feel like we shadowboxin' I'm castin' a shadow over your coffin See, I battle too often At full power, you really dead from the start Like it's Maui time Try me, it's really bad for your heart 'Cause even if the hook ain't workin', I'm still leavin' wit' the head of a Shark! Shit really get dark! Nigga, I could tear you apart! Left Ave on the street: now they can't tell you apart! You know where you at, nigga!? He goin' in circles, I guess that was the plan See, I could open-palm, but I know Ave like the back of my hand! I'm killin' off all GOATs Who y'all niggas want though? Said "The nigga from Norfolk" See, this why I just ignore folks Bitch, it's a body! Call it a Shark if you want to - they all float Lord knows, on short notice, I'll send him back where he came After I take everything Shark City have to its name You an actual lame Talkin' to Verb, niggas found you out Loudest mouth Some of the best punches when the rounds come out But if shit never goes left wit' Ave, then what's the round about? (roundabout) You know I know This how soft niggas be usin' they size, though Used to bein' the bigger man, but next to me, you like 5'4" Put Ave in the sky: that's me takin' the high road But this Hell's Kitchen, I could walk down Ave wit' my eyes closed! Ice-cold! Dare the Devil (Daredevil) to come up for my soul! Send him back down and tell him to work on his FICO! 25 FUCKIN' THOUSAND! Don't matter who gotta die, bro! Even a Cave nigga could it: it's Geico! You alright, though! On cam', a nice watch I'm a psycho (Seiko)! Homicidal! Organs get donated when I write, bro! You put Jey (J) in the wrong spot! Now the docs hopin' your blood Type O (typo)! You die slow...'cause you thought in they eyes, you were special Standin' in front of me is the Culture tryin' to correct you It's Mad [Round 2: Ave] Ayo... Y'all think I'm bothered by this bully persona? Yeah, it don't mean nada That's 'cause this bum a poser Oh, you be robbin' niggas, huh? Yeah, try that shit, I'mma smoke ya I'll make you run your chips from this like a soldier Save my cash, but spend the Nite (night) bag like my bitch comin' over Fuck what they told ya This shit that I go through I don't express Battle niggas love exposing your struggles to grow success I ain't worried about who the stars, killer I use punchin' in the bars as therapy not to punch on y'all niggas But believe me, I will pop on niggas Really fuck the Nite (night) up...like she ain't come 'cause she ain't got no sitter So if you wanna try tonight, I'll swirl your shit all kinds of colors They gon' have to get a Hawaiian ice Take me light, and I'mma show cousin, the blows crushin' And I still can get toast on this coast if your folks rushin' That's Ninas, .45s, .40s, no bluffin' And trust me, I'll fire 'em all (Mal) like Joe Buddens Nigga, I ain't quite kiddin' Soon as I get the green light, a barrel the last thing that Nite vision (night-vision) Or I'll catch him on a drive in his hood On the trail wit' the Shotgun Nah, I ain't exercisin' with Suge Nigga, what's good? And they act like you this big bad killer Nigga, yeah... Oh, you get mad? Well, I'll get mad wit' ya Claimin' how "niggas yet to touch me" That shit mad filler 'Cause I did it - now is it yet yet? (Yett Yett) like Hitman niggas I'm a gorilla, and you just some shit from the comic books My life based off earnin' my stripes wit' the common crooks Yeah, trappin' for the cash was options Catchin' licks was another flavor I really used to bask in robbin's (Baskin Robbins) It was gloves, mask and a banger, box of hollow tips Or we chose to fuck wit' the plug to make the dollars flip Find another spot to hit, squat until the drop legit Or I had to eyeball work: ophthalmologist See, y'all too used to cowards that's shook Yeah, talk to me like I know that you fuckin' would if this battle won't booked 'Cause I don't even need the big gun Fonz beat you for 25 Yeah, but I'll be the nigga to beat you wit' one See, you'se a bitch, son, but I pop on drama That's how I know that I'm a nigga that you not gon' bother I got a gun plug from y'all home, partner Real shiny, .44 from Hawaii like Barack Obama Y'all better calm him He try to get loud, then the toast fly I don't care if he speakin' It better be a low "Hi" (aloha) Oh, y'all ain't know I'm part-Hawaiian, my dude? Yeah, when y'all was duckin' volcanoes, my city was flooded wit' fire rock, too So make your move Any dude try to help, we gon' more than fight I'll front-page ya Don't be a celebrity over Nite (overnight)! Like, Jermaine shoulda told you "Be safe" I'm a violator You'll get hit first, and 'Maine know (Maino) Yeah, "Hi Hater" See, that's why it ain't safe to take that lane today I mean, I know you got this image tryna gain you some fame But Smack, I ain't the same Him fuckin' me up is a big lie, though (Latto) Stick to The Rap Game, Jermaine! Don't take Ave light Strong left and a fast right Or after this battle, I'll show you what the staff like 'Cause y'all niggas don't fair-fight So after the third round, you got the team on yo' head You'll go late in the draft, Nite (night) Yeah, damn right my niggas right in the mix I feel like Adam Sandler Shit, I done got through rough nights wit' the clique (Click) So if this bitch still choose to play stupid and get brolic Then it's clear Robin (robbin') off of a bump like pickpockets Bitch, stop it! 'Cause I promise you, if shit turn brutal We dumpin' out the van at Nite (night), like Big Worm shooters So you should stick to your porch light You Samoan, right? Y'all only fight when survivin' the Storms at your fort, Nite (Fortnite) It's all hype! Said we been through shit we'll never forget You from Federal Way, but you ain't never did no federal shit So when you do this truth-spittin' Make sure this goof mention How y'all niggas that's from the Fed' bums like a soup kitchen You, listen! ...like a soup kitchen! Time, man [Round 3: Jey The Nitewing] Niggas from the Fed bums...like you bitches Phenomenal job, Nathan As always When it come to punchin', it's so many ways you could do it You take a very rapid-fire approach Rum Nitty, it's mostly off his cadence and movements Then you got B Magic wit' his finesse I mean, you three alone could be considered the greatest to do it It's amazin'...absolutely amazin'... I made some improvements Now level wit' me 'Cause most of the time, y'all settin' up for what's at the end of it Givin' the people an idea of where you goin' before it's ever hittin' I suggest just hintin' And lettin' the people put it together so they share the effort wit' me Yeah, most wouldn't catch it at first But if I sell it right, they'll pretend to get me See, all negatives can be seen as positives And it's all about perspective, really The same way this one body can make me the most wanted in seven cities See, now I'm zoomin' in We could be at the same viewing, but what's your view wit' him? Another Black man stretched out? If you ask me, he look Vitruvian The Mad Doctor Jey can magnify on your Caesar right through this lens And behind the glass, he can bring it all the way back just like Julius See, when you think of a "clean Jey" or even Aquaman Then it's a 30 'Cause I'm really Curry wit' an author's (Arthur) pen Don't mind the callback Blame the one who called you back here, bruh Knowin' damn well this your tomb Eric really set you up! They said Twork was gonna kill me Remember that? Twork was gonna kill me Then those (Thanos) same niggas got left in denial It ain't no difference between Ave and Jerz' (Avengers) I'm really inevitable now! Go 'head and get back this crowd Like those small rooms was protectin' my style How's a nigga from Seattle dealin' wit' that pressure if it ever gets loud? Me makin' him the 12th Man on my record is how! I'm really built for this Used to be forgettin' my rounds, now I've forgotten lores Yeah, your fans prolly hate my fans My fans don't acknowledge yours I give you the same feeling your fans get walkin' through college doors Inferiority! This is how shirts get painted Body bags start percolatin' Usin' my name in vain (vein) cuts off how it's circulatin'! You look nervous, Nathan! I am the person Nate has been IMPERSONATIN'! Rubber sole to the fuckin' face, and I bet it tastes like turkey bacon! This a blowout! All shade, bitch! You leavin' as a soul, brother! What are you gon' call for him next, Smack!? A Ghostbuster!? Caught up quick, thought he was slick like he the GOAT puncher Pop out on Ave outta nowhere Blew the man whole (manhole) cover Thought a 'matic would be enough Bitch, watch it get stole from ya Meep-meep! BRRRRRRRR! FUCK AVE - I'm the ROADRUNNER! I ain't sharin' plates! Every punch you can't compare wit' Nate! Shit don't even be landin' anymore...it's not even bearin' straight (Bering Strait) "Spare him, Jey" Fuck that - the pairs is late No gloves, mask off: this is Karen bait! It's MY niggas' time! The real ones been knew y'all finna die... Had me feelin' like da Vinci wit' the helicopter design 'Cause now I hover above you, Ave But back then, they ain't know how this would fly I'm too murderous! A six-piece could eat flesh, but I'm merciless Copernicus: calm it (comet) down! A revolver 'round (revolve around)? It's not Earth and shit! Malcolm X when the water got cut - that's how I'm burnin' shit 'Cause you wanted the throne "straight like that"...and now it's PERMANENT! You nervous, bitch!? WHAAAAAAT!? He's a PACK! He's a PACK! You nervous, bitch!? Try to get Wing to fold!? That's too turbulent! Burn his- Oh my God, bro... It ain't NO fightin'! Bitch, we nose-wipin' (no swipin') - insert the chip! I'm headhuntin' Smack, I'm the best hitman to call if you tryin' to dead somethin' Leave him stinkin' through the plastic, in case Smack think that I been frontin' He like, "Damn, son. We ain't even have to see the bag, nigga. Just air somethin'" Don't ever test me You will get ran down if you disrespect it Said my name, I called P three times: paycheck protection 7 Cities!? Get beat 'til the white show: he in 7th Heaven Bitch, let it rest! [Ave] That was tough [Jey The Nitewing] Bitch, let it rest I will burn this building down just to get you stretched Fuck respect! Even blew up the fuckin' bathroom I feel sorry for whoever's next [Ave] (*giggles*) Stupid [Jey The Nitewing] I'mma be honest, son In the last year, this is the easiest job I've done It makes sense they call you "Park Ave" This definitely a walk in one Man, I should palm a gun! 'Cause I been feelin' like John John this whole evenin'... Strapped on the other side of Ave for no reason! Fuck what they talkin' about! Come see me about it! He's a pack, nigga! Come see me about it! Come see me about it, nigga! Come see me about it! Fuck what they talkin' about 'Cause I'll be dead by the time that they not doubtin' And if this NOME doesn't count, that's fine, 'cause we stopped countin' Mad fuckin' King! [Round 3: Ave] Ayo... I wanna talk to you, Wing... 'Cause this King shit you keep blurtin' is too disturbin' What makes you feel that title deservin'? Where you put work in? 'Cause word is from your turf, you'se a bird Took a turn in the tournament for the worse, and now your worth has been curved Boy, you got nerve 'Cause you not one of ours Probably tradin' your voice drops on these trailers for a spot on the card Jermaine fraud... And don't laugh, Smack, 'cause I blame y'all Ain't faced the same odds, but somehow they can claim star? Nigga, nah Your circle was chosen because of COVID Nigga, befo' this, nigga, nobody noticed you You was bogus This road was for the Gs from the block You just eased in the spot 'cause you really fit the creed of King of the Dot You not Nitty and Geechi breed, had to get past killas To become the best of the West collectin' big-bag skrilla Shit, you barely a threat to this class spittas So instead of spittin' flagrant, you should be thankin' me, you bitch-ass nigga! So what, he seem clever? 'Cause I honestly seen better His rhymes? $2.99 How the fuck Wing special? I'm just tellin' you what they scared to, fella And as far as Wing delivery...shit, I bet you O-Red do better! Why y'all ain't tell him? Look, the league only needs you for voice helpin' Y'all got this boy believin' he seasoned and more felt When his region support meltin' Tellin' folks he a favorite of Smack See? Wing's on that cap like Thor helmet Nigga, tell him! Y'all got him believin' his own hype! When he the only one on NOME gotta pay for his own flights! I mean, aight, sike Aight, sike Aight, sike Imagine if that was for certain, king "Summer Madness - you want a plate? Cool. See you in Turkey, Wing" I mean, honestly, it's your pride, dawg We only fuck wit' your vibe 'cause you sound like Ben Stiller on Dodgeball You not at all some shit we seen in the trenches I'll fuck him up if he strapped Don't make me two-piece Wing wit' the Biscuit! Listen, keep the threats, my G Especially to me When I address disrespect, I'll be lettin' these express for me And this is easy wreck, believe When the medics see, they'll wonder what the fuck I put on Wing like a secret recipe But see, now I'm wonderin' how Smack gon' feel Knowin' he done got Wing's behind whipped like the Batmobile! Or I can still get my shooters involved 'Cause they ain't gotta have racks to serve Wing Damn! Hooters fell off! Y'all know my cloth, and you niggas know I been 'bout that action .30 under the .40: that's that improper fraction! Y'all better tell the King I don't care what he on! Put a .40 against the Face, then air to (Heir 2) The Throne! I got you NOME actually, coward! Told Smack he had to give me my price and half off Wing's It's Happy Hour! You was 'bout to play the bench though, geek Shit, I'm only seein' Wing by lookin' out: it's a window seat So keep your ego! 'Cause we both grabbin' these checks from SMACK But without 'em, I can still hit my family and catch a batch So trust me, fella, that's facts Survival, my homie Wile E. Coyote: he never had a successful trap Ayo, Smack, these niggas come wit' all these poverty stories Like they the only ones that been through shit It kinda bore me It was times that I done been without, doggie And all it took was a Play to bail me out I felt like Kid in House Party So you can stall me wit' this pussy-ass "could-be-street" vibe You not at all nothin' hood to me - why? 'Cause you'se a fraud Plus I'm good on each side I got niggas out here willin' to kill Just need the Word like The Book of Eli He know the vibes Let him try, I'mma side-step and BOOM! Y'all want Wing off the ground? Apply the 5-second rule But I tried my "respect the youth" thing But you, like, 33, so you could get done early Play your position and be you, Wing (Ewing) A true King 'Cause see, when you say it, it sounds dumb 'Cause we have yet to see this ho legacy What have you done? The tournament, Fonz won So I can easily tell ya You ain't done shit, except compete with Beasley for trailers Summer Madness-es I've done These NOMEs I been presented Me and Rum? Greatest small-room battle ever existed And ain't nobody did that shit from Virginia I'm a legend you Can't Wait to Be, King Try again in De-Simba! Nigga, it's simple! I told you, "Fix my plate", right, Smack? 'Cause they been sleepin' - it's time I bring my state right back I don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas! They type wack 'Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk...straight like that!