[Round 1: Murda Mook]
You a phony homie it's time you get executed
Somebody tried and failed and I'm a be the best to do it
And best believe I ain't taking an L
I'm a treat 'em like a turtle put his face in a shell
You ain't taking it well that's what you get for talking, it's my fault I should've paid for his mom's abortion
That's a no-no Lesson in life; don't owe dough
And on the low though, it may stand for most h*mo
He got a lil deal but his bread can't hurt me
I remember you and Charlie used to share Jerseys
Now you talk gangsta, but partner's lying
Ain't you the n***a used to get smacked in art and design?
Lil fat f*ggot n***a running around trying to rhyme
One of them n***as that got sent to the store from time to time
I been in this sh** I'm labeled as a menace to the game
Every second flipping a brick addicted to the caine
Don't talk about your rims and how they spinning on your Range
Cause when you stop only thing still spinning is your waves
And you know Mook pops off
I nicknamed my gun can opener Mills, it'll take your top off
Now look at him sick I know he bout to hurl but let's get a lil more personal
I know about his girl, he got a wife named Cether
Everybody skeets her all I had to get her was cab fair and a pizza
But you cuffs the b**h you won't ever leave her
She a dog off the chain Mills you better leash her
Might see me court side, Rucker game beast up
Try run up on me, just know I be pieced up
I never let you take sh** when the tray spit
It'll leave him unidentified like a spaceship
He the type to take 8 nicks and say his weight flipped
I'm the type that use St. Nick for my bay strip
Imaging me dying of Millz
We got a better chance of seeing Jay-Z resigning Amil
I'm what's real, run up on you dump them 3's
You a p**y it's that time of the month to bleed
Don't worry about me, don't ask me my business
Where was you when you crew got they a** beat on Lenox?
All I know is Vado got hit by some guy, yo
The sh** sounded like he got hit by a Tahoe
Everything after all I seen was his eyes closed
But it could've been my fault he was probably high though
[Round 1: Jae Millz]
Lil n***a don't get it f**ed up this ain't Making The Band
f** $5,000 you'll get scraped for a grand
And after this I ain't gon' hate on your man
I'm a just cop a ring and walk around with his cake on my hand
You is a fronter talking bout you's a stunna
You ain't a gunna we all know you's a runner
I'm my own man, my name is what them checks under
n***a I can pay your family's rent til next summer
Can't no n***a you know disrespect my rep
I put up my own 5 like I set the bet
I'll let 5 wreck your neck, live on MTV so you could get the Direct Effect
f** spitting on a beat I throw a clip in the heat
Spray off and give you a couple of hits from the street
Homes you ain't got the heart to be trife
You ain't a gangsta, you's a Delta that live a sorority life
Listen this is an X factor I don't bother with hype
I'm a street legend, f*ggot, you should honor me twice
I ain't the one you should hype I run up on you while you rocking that bum a** shirt
Then put the pump to your stripes aight
f** it I might put the pump to your wife
Like, "ma you choose you either drink cum or your life"
Think I'm slipping? Not at all my n***a
I'm a motherf**ing animal you should've stuck to ball my n***a
I ain't a joke, stupid, my flow will give you flesh wounds
Yeah I'm for real (Pharrell) but no, I ain't the Neptunes
I'm the vet whom we'll put the Wes' to him
And make it clap til ain't a damn thing left to him
I bring d**h to em
Make hollows jump out the barrel and stretch through em
I'll put a X to em this n***a dead somebody bring the EMS to em
This n***a ain't even aight how you bringing the best to him? Are you serious? Are they serious?
[Round 2: Murda Mook]
n***as is hopping on that silly sh**, I leave they face leaking
Once they head get the same treatment that a Philly get
Y'all n***as k** me, sh** with all that or k** me sh**
He probably got a millie, question really will he spit
Thank god he ain't ever had his hands on it
Cause in beef his guns play Carter and then they jam on it
He don't f** with hoes, I know son imo
That's why he down with the record label `Wanna Blow'
Y'all n***as softer than baby sh**, you crazy prick
If you think that I ain't got 80 kids that [?] cribs
I spray clips but I'm way past throwing hollow's
My gun shoot slugs the size of corona bottles
Ol' boy we'll make Making The Band gas you, you ain't a rapper
You should try making a sand castle
You don't know with this 8 in my hand I got your fate in my hand
And I could be making your man clap you?
You don't want me put in the damn order
To take your b**h, rape the b**h
Tape her sh** and make you hold the camcorder
You the hottest out?
Please Jae
He lost to a n***a that walked to Brooklyn for cheesecake
It was a meat stake he try to f** with me
I'm born on Friday the 13th, ain't no luck with me
Dog talk how he spray those things
When your gun shoot blank man, he should call it Damon Wayons
He the type that's not known to k**, but always wanna hold the steel
I roll up on him, he like ..... cause he know the drill
I would never replace you in my shoes
Look at his face, I got snakes cuter than you
He probably got a jump shot in a rear wheel mix
But when I'm finished with him
He gon' have to try out for the wheelchair Knicks
Why they come make me rap against you?
This sh** as easy as Shaq trying to snap a pencil
Ain't no effort involved, think twice before stepping to John
Cause I got a bomb that'll make n***as skip from 41st to 43"d cause 42nd is gone
And you wrong if he talking bout how his flow is so rare
His career is on a treadmill, yeah he getting run
But he ain't going nowhere
So the next time you talk how you hold that four
How you gon' run up on the kid take my throwback off
How you gon' see me in the streets, take all my raw
I'm a blow your brain in your hands and tell you hold that thought
Easy man
[Round 2: Jae Millz]
It must be cause of Hot 9 or cause he see my face on TV now
Got this ugly a** n***a thinking I'm sweet now
Like I won't run up on him and have him hearing more co*king And popping than a Whoo Kid freestyle
Listen I'm a street child
That'll spit in your face and put 21 on your chest like D. Miles
You's a lil n***a who you gon' beat down?
You choir boy you can't even tear a beat down
You ain't gotta say I'm hot, so what? f** you!
n***a I get respect from the rappers you look up to
Plus no one love you
So even when I die you stand under my grave I'm a still be above you
Half of me is like Millz he can't touch you
But the other half is like f** it he trying to crush you
And I work to hard to climb the charts and fall
To a n***a named John Archibald?
Dog coming at Millz that's not smart at all
Battling Millz that's like playing ball at the park in fall
It's embarra**ing how the flow is just pa**ing him
He dreaming and imagine him, Roscoe starting to laugh at him
This sh** a disgrace be for real I'm cooking him straight
This n***a sick now, look at his face!
Wait The grave six feet but I'm digging it deeper
I'm starting to Takeover and giving him Ether
Them things stay on my homeboys hip like a beeper
He couldn't walk in my shoes, nor live in my sneakers
What the f** is a Murda Mook? You murdering who?
n***a you's trash you can't even murder the booth
What's the last gun you clutch? Last gun you bust?
Matter of fact b**h name the last gun you touched
I mean if you wanna be serious
We all know you ain't living out what you spitting out
Point blank, period
All that bullsh** you talking? I ain't hearing it
You ain't gotta tell me bout your deal cause I'm wearing it
[Round 3: Murda Mook]
Aye man didn't I tell you to stop talking?
Now your frame gon' be the one that the cops chalking
f** cars, you can catch me at a Glock auction
Don't call me Mook, call me 22 shots walking
How you doing homie? Nice to meet you Jarvis
Everybody in attendance, let's get this started
He the nicest? I can tell this kid's retarded
Throw him in a psychiatric ward, get his head straight
And get off my dick, I can't afford your dead weight
You go against me? You'd rather fight a Fed case
My school used to always say I was a head case
I was the only 5th grader blowing L's
And from how I used to always bring guns to show and tell
He'll bring a box with some things that he fix
I'll bring a Glock with some things in the clip
Go ahead, turn your back if you like
Cause through the grapevine Millz, I heard that's how you ask for the pipe
Don't get trapped in the hype homeboy, you ain't real
I don't wanna hear no mess about how you spray steel
Cause in the pen I heard they told you to stay still
Twenty n***as in the shower ready to J Millz
He yap a good game...
[Round 3: Jae Millz]
I just wanna walk with you, I don't wanna battle
I just wanna talk to you
How you feel about me? Yo I think I'm really hot
When I rhyme your b**h grab her puss and diddy bop
She put her skully down
And if you ain't like the burner we might cut a n***a
Or you might just get jumped by a couple n***as
I get my n***as hype enough they wanna buck a n***a
And you's a b**h you the type that wanna f** a n***a
See you's a s**a n***a, the type to run your track get your face smacked
And yell "Watch when I come back!"
You small in these streets like a thumbtack
Thinking you thug cause you got some beads, a bandanna and one tat
I ain't no gangsta, I'm just Millz homie
Same cats I grew up with, yeah, we still homies
And made, yeah we still side by siding, riding
And whenever it's war we never hiding
I'm still on the strip from sun up to sun down
Till the sun come back up, go ahead act up
Have him like a running back, running back
To his block with bruises on his front and back
And he don't really want none of that, so listen bro you slipping yo
Come on I ain't trying to stick your hoe
Look I done been up in your girl p**y, I knew Puff and I knew Mason
Still through the hating, I'm still MH'ing
So let me know something yo, you can't change my living
To them like Tyson's ex, we robbin' (Robin) you given (Givens)
Cause you an actress, talking bout you sold weight
n***a only thing white you know is Colgate
But now for like the same three summers it's the same three numbers
Until the end I'm a rep straight MH and Warner
I know n***as be pissed when I come through
Bumping my sh** blowing wild chocolate blowing haze out the sunroofs
So don't try to front duke
[Round 4: Murda Mook]
Your lame lines ain't amusing duke, I heard harder sh** in a musical
And I'm murder proof, you can never murder Mook
Nickname me Rae Carruth
If he wanna talk abuse, talk his b**h off the roof
You a lame solider, you the same solider
Your face get ran over, you know I'm still the same
Still slang the same cocoa and for the right price I slain your man over
You know you ain't really hard, you just a b**h with a titty job
Murder Mook will gun up on your Michigan state, put six in your face
You know Murda Mook spit harder than most
He got a dirty mouth I let him gargle the toast
He see the spark and the smoke
He foolish if he think he dodging them both
Got targeted his scope, his brain will be a part of the coast
I market the coke, you need work?
You'll be catered
Dog, I move more raw than a sushi waiter
From New York to Georgia all through Decatur
I'm his bosses boss, man I do him favors
Got shoes and they usually gator, got tools usually something I can use
Introduce your maker, put clips in your frame, I'm a movie maker
Got chicks for some change, you a groupie chaser
Dudes is haters, mad cause I'm me
Mad cause what I call bad moving half of a key
Pack two guns and that's when I'm sleep
The bottom line I'm getting kinda tired so you ba*tards should flee
Why should I chit chat? I'm a boss I don't get that
I'm a spit caps at your six pack and watch your ribs crack
Take advice get back, you don't really wanna die
He can't blossom out his bag, he ain't a f**ing bu*terfly
I know how to make the bu*ter fly, you cop once, you cop twice
You got 10 I got white, I got grams I got sliced
Wanna cop from me? Wait a minute I got you b
I hold the roc well that's why I feel like someone watching me
Why n***as talk songs with trashy hooks?
Why would I wanna be in his shoes? He got athletes foot
I done did more than half these crooks
I keep telling these f*gs, it's a difference between facts and book
[Round 4: Jae Millz]
As far as your breath go you wasting it
Cause you trash plus you s** so face it stupid
You not making it, please what is you saying b**h
I got rhymes from '96 that's hotter than half of your latest sh**
I'm a beast n***a I will depart you
Matter fact why argue? n***a who are you?
Oh I get it you just wanna get a lil fame so you could get a lil name
And probably get up in the game
I got fans fam', and I'm talking a good amount
And Mook well relatives and friends in your hood don't count
I'm a star in cities and states you never even seen n***a
The f** you mean n***a?
Come on, I'm mean n***a
And if I tell you I'm a smack the sh** out you
That's exactly what I mean n***a
Look I don't just rap it f*ggot I'm living it
And you? Just talk about the jungle, but I live in it
This sh** is like a sport and this soccer n***a is kicking it
But my n***as is balling, shooting it out, n***as is riding through couping it out
All flossy and sh** with his b**h and his j**elry out
But I'm trying to go from a stoop to a house
So you dumb n***as tell me why you think that the tools is out
I'm comfortable why you think that my j**els is out
You's a lil n***a somebody look the fool is out
Listen, homie I live this I don't just talk it
And a ticket of embarra**ment yo a** is boarded
f** shopping demos dog don't force it
Want a deal lil man? Come with me I'll walk you into an office
I show you how to make these bosses, pa** you offers
Houses and sh** and cla**y Porsche's
You ain't ever had Sean Combs shaking your hand
Like damn you are the man, dude understand
You are not a rapper you are a fan
You probably got your Best of Millz mad cipher tape
I'm a veteran fool you stepping to who I'm like Godzilla you Peppe Le Peu
You better than who?
It's time we medal the score
You just mad cause downtown my name get mentioned more than yours
Only b**h n***as talk like who*es Homeboy you false, you don't got what it cost to ball
So you wanna sport the Jacob but your dough ain't there yet
And you wanna be the kid but your flow ain't there yet
I know you wanna see me fail, but I'm NBA'in it John you still P.A.L
I'm sick with an unfriendly speech Freddy ain't got nothing on me
n***a I'm a nightmare on any street
Mellow or dark I'm a nightmare on any street
And I'll embarra** any geek
Prick I got plenty heat, rarely talk I just let my grants and Benji's speak
And in a year I'm a let my Rolls and Benzy's speak
[Round 5: Murda Mook]
Relax homie you don't want no drama
Talking silly, I can see you don't like yo mama
So I'm a run up in your crib, snatch her and the kid
And leave him in a cage starving with your man Osama
You the hardest n***a spitting and sh**, he'll approach with a toast
Dickhead ain't have a clip in his sh**
So I pulled out the clip and the fifth and he tried to split
Second rookie mistake, I had an emph on the sh**
So I started spitting the sh** and he was dodging, flipping and sh**
Behind cars in the windows and sh**
And I compare life to a Scarface movie, you right
I just skip to the end of the sh**
Listen here, it's a Reyonld's wrap, cause I spit rapid heat
That'll fill your cavity like a dental cap
You big b**h, when you was an infant his first words was probably "Yo mama, where the menu at?"
You want war? I'll give it to you
First hand, brought two extra heaters
Just in case the first jam, don't try to step to me
Now you know I squirt cans
Make sure you rest in peace I bring it to your church fam'
I got too many heats to blow
Precinct h*mo y'all got chiefs to blow
Don't talk about squeezing fours
Cause I'll have his face with more red sh** than pizza dough
n***a, no-no-n0000, you don't wanna see this fo-fo blow
You the type to trick all yo dough, call em over but your who*es don't show
And look at this, you got a lil something on your wrist
But listen up when I tell you that the story got a twist
When something go wrong, he coming to two fif
My watch get shipped to Switzerland to get fixed
And you talk about a brick, which cracks you chopping?
Calling your poppy the only time he ask for Papi
I remember the n***a was fat and sloppy
Running around Harlem trying to say his a** was stocky
He a stupid mahf**a he don't act too properly
He the type, go in a meat market and ask for broccoli
You ga**ed I'm not, see
[Round 5: Jae Millz]
Ayo my flow is swifter than a young Magic
What? And the level that you just now reaching stupid I been pa**ed it
I write cla**ics, but never mind that f** all this rap sh**
He'll get his a** kicked
Yeah you could rap it, but you might as well go kiss a n***a
n***a, cause to me you still a f*ggot
You'll get your abs ripped
Shorty I got mad clips With bullets the size of Chinese crab sticks
Small timer you ain't sticking nothing
You's a lil n***a I bet you and your b**h be humping
Listen to yourself you spit like a youngin'
Damn you still on that battle sh** take your a** to 106 or something
Get a hustle, try to stack up your chips or something
Save up try to lease a lil whip or something
But please, just leave me the f** alone
Stop trying to shine off me and come up on your own, homes
From what I heard you could've been superb in hoops
But now you run around trying to spit words in groups
It don't matter, Mook Murda or Murda Mook
Either way this n***a p**y my mother will murder Mook
f** all the magazines and sh** I live this, you don't even dream the sh**
I love when n***as try to make a scene and sh**
So it don't shock you when you ask "yo you seen that sh**?
Look at his grill you seen how Millz leaned that sh**?
What happened to Mook why he look like a fiend and sh**?" Cops said I shouldn't have snapped at him
But he was talking raw like his flow was dope
So I had to spit some crack at him
f** throwing snaps on him, I put the Mac on him
Leave him laid out in the park and Maybach on him
Your mama named you Johnathan, so I'm a call you Lil Jon
And you don't rap all you do is scream like you Lil Lon