Cla**ic Battle - Ca**idy vs. Freeway - Put A Beat On lyrics

(Intro) [...] (Ca**idy) I show you how this can taste Trash bag, sticky teeth, man, pick a plate I'm gettin' cake on the corner usually And I'll put you to sleep like a borin' movie I'm tired of n***as screamin' they drove a Dot 6 Range Well, I need 6 o's, dot pocket change I'mma stay in the shop, choppin' the king Till it look like n***as play hockey on my chain I run in yo spot with a stockin' on my face Pop then pop by mistake, I'm sloppy with the .8 Listen man, I'll have you tied to the bed You play dum-dum, till sum' inside of yo head Off the side of the bridge off some Nino sh** I hold dice and pull medal on some casino sh** n***as gamble with they life on some hero sh** And get a f**in' scared face on some Pacino sh** Now I might not know it all, but be known this When it's war, y'all crumble like the Read-O chips I'll pa** yo strip errday, I don't see no bricks, mane I'm a pit, you a p**y, so we don't mix Go 'head, spit bout yo j**els I luv that they froze up You gon' do the same thing when Ca**' put them foes up Take em all off and race off like I drove up This year, Raw 16s, n***a, no cut (Freeway) Yo, you ain't f**in' with Free for 2 reasons My 2 kids, 2 mouths to feed A broke kid's paws, shoot n***as out they trees Brody n***as, y'all get pushed right off yo block Freeway, when you see me, call the cops Like I'm Pac, you ain't ready to die, then don't ride All my n***as loadin' it down and don't cry No weapon, broad-eye you ? and won't die Hood n***as, Brother Samir and Lil Ant Middle by the summit, man, you dead where you stand You thought you was f**in' with Free, why, you can't! CNN, apostrophe ten, Tiger Woods, n***a, pop off yo tittie Then I hop in the ding, Ying T L TA 88, move yay from state to state Stuff mixed fast, scrape the plate No fist fight, T-Rex, scrape yo face Like I got ten men and foreva to go On with my man, it' fo'eva with O Molecule in my hand, feel like I got fo'eva to blow It's just some sh** that I'm happy to know Take down 4 cells, still get a stack for an o Five for a half a b**h when you're brickin' a tuck (?) I'm not dumb, no kids and no stunt But believe me, I'mma gun, no hits and you f**ed In yo house Sunday like in that ? Freeway, won't f** her in a midnight tell(?) Cuz believe me, you get chilly when you in that cell I'm from P H I LL Y, hand jay read n***as, dot LL not And it fast me to just let dotty ride No young n***as that'll body cops Stop! To think about what you facin' here I'll end yo career and go buy you a pack of woods And throw me the L(?) Freeway, I'm the hood I weapon it well, last year this time free was under the jo This year this time free run with the rock AK snobs and Glocks, put the gat to yo mind, titties plug yo pops Betta stack on a roll when we break yo pot Betta crawl on a roll when we take yo drop Got some coke all around me when we break yo strip Matta' fact, take yo strip, make it flip When you go round realize that the flow don't stop Need money like Castro, dough don't stop n***a, you get what you ask for, bullet or bars Hit a n***a from the hood and the n***a'll starve Freeway still get at his nut Pawn let young n***as from the hood parlay in my car Take em with me when I'm cashin' em checks So they can see clean money, came from spittin' the raw That awful bundle, gotta stash the rest (Ca**') Yo, when I get hard with rhymes, I shine like lipgloss [complete the verses if you like cla**ic rap]