QP - QP vs. QP lyrics

[Round 1: Quantum Physics] I'm glad you don't got no cap on you You can give us all that Rogaine picture You got me feeling like your father, so I won't play with ya This for the QP, that's the camera man? No way, mister That mean John Does shooting a body of a no-name n***a And you ain't taking my name, n***a, QP you wouldn't dare Should've known I'm a trained lumberjack I ain't cutting back, and that I would prepare But if Superman out here moving faster than a speeding bullet […] I guess the only way to slow you down from that tempo Is to put a bullet there You know what I don't like about you, Qleen Paper? You spell like a teenager Using my name for free, illiterate f** Couldn't you even had signed a fee waiver You don't have to be a spelling bee major or the alphabet's creator To see that the C in 'clean' can't be Q I'll say it again, I know it's Qleen Paper I say who you seeing, Qleen? Can't be Q Cause sir up and met a son that can lean Paper See I tried to be meek, it's a nightmare, I'm the dream chaser Created Innuendo to watch the flow I crafted as a team player You need Miles, right? Clicking, deleting, wiping your sleigh clean, Paper You get paid to crack heads? No crackhead, you a freebaser You wanna blow? Fine, I have dope lines Since we both are coke sniffers Just know, that'll help you overdose quicker Based on our threads we better than them so-and-so n***as But we ain't cut from the same fabric Cause we ain't no where close, n***a How should I expose n***as? Chilla Jones for real a clone Y'all think y'all seen scheming? See I do this all year, for me it's always scheme season It's a winter […] I mean everything leaving Street sweeper the whole house, some would call it spring cleaning You squeamish, fool with the world Let it digest you and spit you out See that's what it does with you outcasts As a rebel it sticks you out Like retired umpires, you at home unsettled, you missing out But today Qleen it's exorcism Cause it's hard as a devil to get you out Now there's levels of spitting writtens out But that sh** you did in the D, I wanna start off [...] Why sell you so short? That'll get you marked out alone Now I knew you were roaming Though it wasn't too smart, I condone I know why you thought you'd get a good reception Cause you read four bars off your phone Now will he start off a clone and choke again? Do you look in the crowd for the beef? When this gangster crip is himself then the crowd's gonna see Now out of town fans, look Like your brother even when you miles from the D But then you choke out of town and look like your brother… Miles from the D! He's probably now gonna cease Choke up in 60 seconds, that's a minute's time You can't work at the shoe store With that performance, you can't finish lines That's why each step gets blown out of proportion When it slips his mind But I can't say you not a real cokehead You know us cokeheads, we don't forget the lines Now you did switch your grind, with the QP sh** But why'd you have to go and take the greatest? And make yourself public enemy no. 1, you wouldn't Flavor Flav it You a bishop? Pffft, I've never heard of faker statements That's someone flimsy dishing it out If you saying that Paper pleated You made it on a whole another scale, I made way for you The combination of the letters QP, I made it safe for you [...] things I couldn't wait to do No matter how you spell Qleen, Q I could still see the fake in you The same old b**h that told you good things came in two I'm not feeling it, oh well let me explain my aim to you Even when you freestyle I should still get paid for Paper views Even when you choke and freeze, I'll still get paid for Paper views You spelled it Q-U-E-P, didn't get great reviews Then you changed it to QP, we started beefing over mistaken views My buzz big as a living room at the time you halt I was making views I'm Don King promoting you, I should get paid for pay-per view I called Surf like "Surf, you think it's okay to sue? Should I kidnap his b**h and kid Since this is what it's been taken to?" That's like taking my baby, my hard work, and my labor too Ain't this a mother? Cause after all my pushing this p**y breaking through Flow nastier than hospital patient food You'll get hospitalized And the nurse'll bring you hospital patient food I see you not making this [...] that's a doctor that breaks the rules [Round 1: Qleen Paper] n***as in the streets asked why I don't take SMACK serious I told 'em, it ain't that dawg, it's just that when you in the streets f**ing with that smack it's hard to take smack serious That sh** had me on some "I got 50 here... 20 over here... 80 over here..." n***a I got so confused with that math I wanted to smack Serious Now let's stop with the games Cause it's been a while since I hopped in this thang And I'd be a lie if I say the block ain't the blame But I told myself, the day I hop in the box with this lame I might have to box with this lame Now even though I f**ing hate you, I must thank you Cause only reason I hopped in the game Was cause I had seen this twat with the name Now putting this fake a** QPeazy to rest Might be one of the easiest debts He ain't gon' do sh** but try to scheme me to d**h So this a plot for the brain? Nah, hop into range Banging Pac, before I hit his block I was co*king the thang Caught him walking somewhere around Stock with his dame I hopped out, co*ked, put the chop to her frame Broke her off, he got the K with the stock in exchange You know what I don't like about your soft a**, dawg? How the f** this n***a go from S.O.N.S. to Innuendo Then he always do that bullsh** a** intro involving 'innuendo' This n***a be on some "How you gon' beat me if it ain't in you to win dough I'm gonna end you to win dough No it ain't in you…"—b**h that sh** mean the same thing! But how about I put a couple holes in you and you a window Oh? That was garbage? Well let me see, you gay You ain't in a closet cause we all see you gay, you in a window I really showed up this time, I ain't Finesse you b**h Did that surprise you? Oh, so you ain't tell all these motherf**ers About how when was finning to battle before And you sent that five through, and I ain't show up, b**h I fried you Reason being: he had my n***a Cal coming all the way to Vegas And never showed up and paid him So guess who I gave that five to... ME, MOTHERfu*kER!!! You know what else I don't like about your soft a**, dawg? n***a I got a whole list of thangs, and in the midst of thangs This f*ggot a** n***a gon' pic my sh** out a whole list of names Compared to what I do on the daily, n***a this a game If we was the same whip I'm supercharged, the newer car in a different lane Now I'm just trying to figure out what the faking about Cause real talk, you ain't did half the sh** that you say you about You ain't did half the sh** that you claim you did And on top of that the people don't like you ain't who you say I know, I know, I know... you ain't that n***a you say you is Let me see, you got QP, Heartless, Remy, 100 Bulletz… Innuendo Naw, I said if QP get heartless off that Remy I'll throw a hundred bullets in your window! [Round 3: Qleen Paper] Give a f** what this nerd say You must ain't seen the John John battle When I told n***as f** what they heard and say b**h, I bet you I got that third today This about to be the most ridiculous round Cause this sh** get more ridiculous every round, dawg Now y'all gon' flip and go crazy after I let this round off The f**, y'all ain't get it? I said y'all gon' flip after I let this round off Naw, I said dawg gon' flip after I let this round off! I couldn't lose if I threw this fight purposely Now if you a fan of the real QP and you be site searching me Then you know it's no way possible this b**h might murder me Now y'all might notice a slight urgency With me trying to get it out Like I'm trying to get in and out, like burglaries Everything about this man say nice; courtesy Me? Whenever my cash gone I throw that mask on Like flight emergencies Quintenn ain't tough He would never think of anything like hurting me He's just talking trash, I'll spark his a**, open him up, like surgery Catch his walking a** at the bus stop, bust shots And leave him lying on a bench, like perjury All y'all gon' hear is: ch-ch boom, ch-ch boom, ch-ch boom... Like that shotty spitting bombs I'ma have everybody stretched out in this n***a yard Looking like he holding a cla** for Pilate in his lawn But make it fast, cause f**ing with this faking a** Police probably get along And ain't no fear in me bro, so let your cheerleaders know I'm catching bodies with my arm n***a that Glock stick to me; I am velcro strapped You? You?! A ho for starters n***as can tell by your whole persona You ain't never held no straps Up here talking about offing me Naw, n***as be cautious about crossing me, I'm like railroad tracks You disrespected my n***a Tall T... rest in peace, that's a real n***a It just so happened to be that Tall T rap "f** that n***a"? n***a I'll k** your b**h a** to bring Tall T back Hit his block, two Glocks and that's Tall T's strap He's talking all that Tall T this and Tall T that What you gon' do when I send you out where Tall T at!?