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lirik lagu rare breed entertainment – ill will vs. jag

[intro: arp]
max out 2
atlanta, if y’all havin’ a good time, make some noise, y’all
what’s up? (yeah!)
and we still not done!
battler on my left, who you be?

[round 1: ill will]
aye, did y’all see outside?

[crowd]
aye, it’s rainin’, blood!

[ill will]
you d~mn right…
but what if it rain blood?
this ain’t no promo run
that sh~t was disgustin’
no disrespect to no blood on this planet
that sh~t was for youngin
and i don’t bang
so you can’t say that sh~t was from frontin’
plus if you my auntie son, and we at a family reunion
b~tch, you my cousin!
you told math:
“see, blood…
it’s ironic i say ’see’, blood
’cause where i’m from, we don’t c, blood”
now that was cool!
but you gotta be a bit more seasoned, blood
like…i’m seasoned, blood
and this the season, blood
i know c’s and bloods ~ they’ll be seizin’ blood
body lockin’ up, now you seizin’, blood!
nurses screamin’, “we need 20 cc’s of blood!”
i’m a big ape in the game: i’m caesar, blood
linе all them n~ggas up! it’ll be seas of blood!
ayе, aye, aye…
it’s ’bout to get ugly, i’m honest
if it ain’t a body, every round jag get edged (jagged edge)
i promise!
oh, oh, you the new deebo
you the new deebo
well, w~lly tote it
i’ll leave a bully folded
i’m ’bout to put a lot of bucks into this, jag!
it’s a fully~loaded
i’ll drop you ~ try me!
everything on the menu popped
one~two, uppercut, then your chin get rocked
then a right by your side!
boy, i’m the best friend you got
jag! you a featherweight
i don’t wanna hear about your resume
when battle rap is what made you elevate
i’m what you have to go through
i don’t know why they say you beat math, when he was spazzin’ on you!
now you want big jersey!? arsonal!?
that’s fab in ’02!
south central! tall cat!
but n~gga, i’m wit’ all that
i’ll slap chubby like he tryna get his little brother ball back!
jag, you don’t know what n~ggas from my home will do to you
my zone is beautiful
known to shoot at you
16 shots at fo’ n~ggas, the chrome is suitable
that’s four iv’s every 16: we roam in (roman) numerals
i’ll put his mama in his trauma wit’ this llama!
big choppa!
every time i cook, i’m arm(ed), chubby: big mama!
which doctors, gon’ take care of him?
’cause i’m checkin’ the spot
heckler and koch, reckless wit’ shots
ref’ in a sixers game: i’ll even give a tec (tech) to the doc
this the vibe, live or die
this my starship, enterprise
and it’s just like spock
i point, air (ear), it’s splittin’ 5
dip and drive!
this street sh~t, is what i love, n~gga!
thug n~gga! drug dealer!
them pirus roll deep? n~gga, these bullets is blood thinner
it ain’t a n~gga alive! i’m seein’ everybody!
when i came to rbe, i changed it
’cause i’m really beatin’ everybody
yaktown! in this b~tch!
[round 1: jag]
you thought you was gon’ have a easy run wit’ me, my n~gga?
please, my n~gga
nah, this how a fight feel
i’ll punch you cold in yo’ f~ckin’ mouth
don’t be givin’ me no ice grill
i got a house in bel~air and philly, too
i’m just like will
i’ll cut this n~gga like a sushi chef wit’ his dookie breath
tonight, we eatin’ sliced eel
listen, n~gga, i should make you eat yo’ sh~t, and leak yo’ sh~t ’cause you sneaked yo’ chick
on the internet, lookin’ like she got hit by a brick on some deebo sh~t
n~gga, is you stupid?
when we say we “beat up somethin'”, mean we f~ck somethin’
we ain’t know you was gonna go home and really beat yo’ b~tch!
listen, dawg
i’ll leave fresh prints (fresh prince) on him, after k!llin’ him
swipe all the banks, take all the safes, i’m talkin’ cash at minimum
this that uncle phil~jazzy jeff treatment
kick him out fast, get rid of him
but you? remind me of geoffrey butler
this whole last millennium
’cause n~gga, i got it made (maid), so when you speak to me, it’s “master”, william

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