DJ Drama - BET Cypher 2016 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] Ladies and gentlemen, yours truly DJ Drama. For the first time ever, a one-on-one cypher, a one-on-one battle, two MC's. One has sold over 80 million records, a thousand features, numerous Grammy's and BET Awards, and the other one, hasn't done a goddamn thing. Let's go [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Forget all my adversaries, I puff the baddest mary Watch your vocabulary, cause I go Conan Barbarian My watch is like Halle Berry Man I watched my dad get burried, man I watched my ex get married I used to pop X with Paris, I made her lay next to Sarah We used to have s** on camera, I used to pop X and viagra And act it was natural stamina, double cupping like Pamela Double up her like a gambler, streetsweeper, I'm a janitor Y'all weak like a calendar, heh, beyond weak Yeah, I'm getting close to a billion in arm reach Yeah, all I could see from my building is palm trees Yeah, Katrina had us trapping out a RV Heh, we dripping, and y'all weak I leave your brains right there on your broad cheek And bloodstains all over your offspring I thank the gang and police, they all link Hold up, why you flinching slime? Call your henchmen slime You know I draw down, you draw attention slime Fiend searching in a haystack for syringes slime D-boy got em flipping like some ninjas slime See em tweakin', see em crying, see em limping slime That some symptons slime, I can prevent em slime Split your head right in two like split decision, slime I been through hell and back, came back in mint condition slime Hold up, now its time to drop the window, slime Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro, slime, haha I go hard, like Kimbo, slime You know my M.O. slime, spit that A-M-M-O, slime Hold up, I go hard, like Kimbo, slime You know my M.O. slime, spit that A-M-M-O, slime Tunechi [Interlude: Chocolate Droppa] (Whoo) I'ma make it real simple and qaint Before I start, shout out to my brother, my man Kevin Hart Go see his movie What Now? Ay Drama (What's up Droppa?) Y'all are like a old man walking down the street in a Pamper I'm about to sh** on these n***as (What?) I guess that all depends Wordplay, figure it out Let's get it [Verse 2: Chocolate Droppa] Gritty grimy grits on your lady tits Sloppy Joes, I'm spreading it, one all you hoes Droppa's insane, the rest of y'all, are lame I'm taking back what's mine, I'm talking 'bout that f**ing fame Whoo, you did it to yourself people Droppa back, 'bout to do it to you people Uh, that anger's at an all-time high Yeah, I eat my bread, I'm talking rye Uh, money coming out of duffel bags Yeah look at your boy, in the duffel bag Got the trash bag, dark green Coming 'round the corner in that pure mint green Asian, switch it up, [?] Coming back in different languages and I don't play Uh, Droppa, Droppa, Droppa I'm talking 'bout my car, the old one Matter fact, take the gun, take your son, you better run Switch my flow up, let me get real serious Cause when Droppa come hard, I get delirious What Now? It's my sound I'm not playing, I'm taking it down, come back to my ground Whoo, Drama, drop the beat twice Matter fact tell everybody I hate mice, ow, uh Rodents make me sick, they can kiss my a** Come back one time, Droppa, first not last, let's go [Outro: Kevin Hart] (Bars) 187 bars in two minutes It ain't never been done I did a time, get your money or let your check get you Disgusting (What Now?)