URLtv - B Magic vs Ill Will lyrics

[Round 1: B MAGIC] Ill Will, the 106 & Park man Slash the regular trash 106 & Park n***a Magic's should k** him with this .32, I'm a star sinner So if it's beef is a wrap like a tortilla Midget with an attitude; I got a short temper Either you get jaw bender or I paw print ya You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler Or get the metal round Will like a car fender I'm from the hood, you call it the Slum Slum But never been that broke to dump guns for hun buns But for the cake the lil n***as where I come from Will choke you up for them j**els you better run, son It's too late to pack them up once I plug Will. You doubt that? Let's see if this p**y n***a about that Take dawg out for this sh**; that's a house pet Send bad n***as in ya crib; that's a houseguest I'm out back if you feeling I'm some kind of chump All of this aggression, I a**ume that you're not a punk D.C. sniper sh**, got lil' n***as poppin' trunks Hit a switch and lift Will up with this hydraulic pump If I give him 8 bet his chin will break taking out you and two of you n***as that's a triple play You choke against the Roc? Smack, who is this n***a? Triple H n***a pray, or you can get your whole cap Crystal Lake'd Whoever helped write for Will help him write his will You light for real, why? You the n***a that bore me I turn around and let it fly on any n***a that saw me Shawn Carter with this Glock; I'm still spittin' at 40 And the car you f** moms in is a mother ship? s** a dick, you got these people thinking you're f**in' sick I guess you on some other sh**, 40 got a rubber grip I peel those (pillow) cases over his face, I'ma smother sh** Real n***a, I got leaders that'll follow you You'll wake up buried in a box like Gothika Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers I'm a star with this blue flag like Somalia I will body ya, end another hater Get to busting [?] pull off in the peanut bu*ter scraper I send him to his maker, Magic even hit the neighbors Just to get my point across like the ending of a prayer Hit him with the fifth, get it if you trip Boot Will (wheel) like it's unpaid tickets on the whip I'm ridiculous with this sh** {chokes} Magic let the 9 spit Give Will the chrome and I ain't tryna get my ride pimped See some n***as don't know it's drama till the gun fire I just call it how I see it; I'm the umpire I'm in ya hood n***a hoping that I run by ya In Pontiac with the 5th like I'm a drunk driver Big dusty a** n***a Tell him calm it down before I bomb that n***a Another Conceited reject I got a palm That n***a slow it down, you speed it up, we got a Con/Yak n***a I say pour out some liquor for him, he ain't get the picture The tall can open up but that 5th a licker/liquor I got my k**er, I don't play by the shells Clips hang out by the MACs like Saved By The Bell [Round 1: ILL WILL] Shut yo' punchline b**h a** up I mean we all like punch lines but it ain't that often we need the sh** That's why n***as want you to go battle Lil Mama I mean Conceited, sh** But it's Ill Will in this b**h, listen here When I run up on Magic I got something that'll make him disappear Ya'll ain't feeling that? That wasn't hot sh**? Then why the f** was ya'll ga**ing To Don Demarco in Roc sh**? He another Kerr. I'm sick as f**, he b**hin' up I run upon him and his mans with that pistol tucked Like, "Give it up! Is you just talkin' that dope or is you holdin' that brick or what?" When that steel blow that's a double dil*o Both of you b**hes f**ed! They say "Ill, when you see Magic you gotta do him rough." I say "Man, he gon' catch all these clips like a movie buff." When the Yak n***a ask you what's the problem Do not answer You can catch all these cigs till you got cancer Big things shootin' out big dummies like Lamont Sanford Fella please, quit tellin' these people you committin' felonies And you hella deep You just talk about that war; you Tel Aviv I'll hit this big b**h with that big can like Della Reese Now bring it back Cause he say he the big dawg but he hardly bite He talk gun-busting, but he hardly fight, but my army strike So when that black thing stu-stu stutter It ain't the boxer trying to hail a cab on a Harlem Night Somebody spitting that dope, bring that spoon here Comfortable anywhere, keep them goons near Went from PG to BET to Summer Madness 3 What are these top tiers doing here? It's ironic cause it's wintertime But I'm just heating up since June's here Attacking with the MAC, once I blast him it's a wrap 3 shots will get B tre'd (betrayed) like I stabbed him in the back Magic ain't dumpin' no f**ing heat, he a f**ing geek He got y'all so fooled till I run in the crib with that bird He won't come out the room like Uncle Pete But as far as these n***as, they incredible No, they not incredible, wait They got an incredible trait to be incredibly fake But my credibility alone Lets you n***as know my credit is great f** it, let's really go punch-for-punch, we can make it go viral I will bring pain to your idol I ain't like none of you n***as, I'm just taking your title He ain't slanging sh** Last time we seen Magic with a bird was game 7 of the '84 finals But me and my n***as, connected like Italians So let this newbie know I had that thing pointing at his head like Coolio Knock out his brains like the tooly though They'll see Magic everywhere They won't know if it's a crime scene or a David Blaine studio You think I give a f** who he hang with Or question do he spray clips? I watched the fat f*ggot n***a son you in the Lou' Your movement ain't sh** Y'all a bunch of crime fighters on bowel movements Y'all on some super gay sh** But as far as my n***as we'll make a mess with this sh** I tell them clean it up, they disinfecting sh** I don't respect your clique Me and my n***as vesting sh** Still crawling through rice fields that'll send bullets in Crips shin (encrypton) like hidden messengers I thought I was gone choke n***a What you do to a n***a that punchline? Rope-a-dope n***as Yak Town in this b**h [Round 2: B Magic] So you the n***a that be talking like some big rasta? No DNA, it gets dreadful with this wig rocker I pull out that Christopher Wallace, that's a Big Poppa My crew see fiction in these marks, that's stigmata Get Rich Dolarz, that's choked if you ain't get it well You buying that III sh**? Magic got the sicker cell/sale You entering in The Hunger Games you can get a shell I'm riding with that fire on me like District 12 Either the stairway to Heaven or I give em hell Cause if I have gotta get the hammer I'ma get him nailed I'm from the motherf**in Lou' you must've slipped and fell I'm different in that black mask like Christian Bale Dark Knight, f** that, let's get gangsta You'll see me in Pontiac like a disc changer I beat the n***a that beat you, don't forget stranger You couldn't get over that Roc, that's a cliffhanger Let's spit some bars, heard [?] If he rollin with the Cal he probably X-Factor cousin But if my Tec clap and dumping, hit chest, back and stomach I'm rolling with the Cal' (Cowell) like the X-Factor judges Bring it on, Magic keep a strap up in my palm, bring it We'll answer to y'all heathens, give dap to ya mom even You Will, Smith or this Mac collapse in ya jaw region Carlton Banks, I get to snapping with these arms swinging See y'all reaching, my sick flow is clever real n***as All my gangstas and my 6 hoes will tell ya Got a 40 and a nina, them clips long as ever Call it G.E. and Black Donald, them sh**s go together For a grand a couple pricks from Pontiac can die You a f*g, yes send a G to ya address He ain't catch that, G 2, GTO, you better dash black I get the vibe, you got some fire birds, get his a** tacked You know something I never heard? Will's a beast (wildebeest) Apes will clap, better shield ya top like a Raiders hat n***a You in the DanjaZone, face the facts This AR can says (Kansas) it'll raise a back (Razorback) Ya last battle, definition of what sloppy is The n***a with the iron forearms/4 arms ain't Bobby Diaz I was training with the Tommy Gun on some Rocky sh** Will son, you better split like The Karate Kid I'm cold n***a, think one n***a who spit it better Why they calling me the best? You gon see tonight I run in off his sh** like Condelezza Rice I let him talk to an angel like The Preachers Wife You too weak to write and ya freestyle is off III I pop in the clip and he got the flippin when it caught Will Did you catch it? Got to flippin, cartwheel (caught Will) I'm showing you what a line meant (Alignment) without a car wheel/Will See I'm a spitter, you a rapper, there's a difference n***a Freestyle, does that sound better than ya writtens n***a? Forget it n***a, you gon' die here alone I k** this n***a And I ain't talkin Nasir Jones Pause, Kelis n***a, Nas, I'm too sick I will lay this n***a out flat like a new fit Cause you trash n***a, I bag n***as I don't give a f** if you mad n***a I GLAD n***as B Motherf**in Magic [Round 2: III Will] I'm 'bout to k** sh** right on stage You took III Carlton line and he right on stage What the f**? But they say III a bully, I mean that's how it could be But if you do something a n***a disrespect you on or off stage you gotta do something That's how it should be But if he disrespect me, I might stay see (Stacy) cause at least you know (Alicia) if I catch you rolling (Roland) with (Slim) You could get that a** clap, that's how it would be Now y'all think I'm just rambling on, but I'm telling y'all how it could go What, I said, Mike, Stacy, Alicia, Roland, Slim, that's the Wood hoe The f** I'm supposed to be happy you reached out? I ain't got no heart n***a Ask Huggins, I already did push ups on y'all arch n***a My bars is on hell b, what the f** is a n***a that's sorry gon tell me? Young Gun shooting with them old Rockets, that's Mario Elie We lost too many n***as this year, we mad stressed Money wasn't even an issue, we done had less So we make that bag stretch Let Magic trip, we don't half step Come to that crib with that 22, 3, 45 Mac 11, AK 47 In other words, we put so many numbers on his house we gave em a new address Magic's a blast, put this f*ggot in the past I told my young dog "pack a deck of cards, a wand and a rabbit" Translation; put Magic in a bag I see him with his chick smack her on her a** like "Who f**in this b**h?" Put ya Doggs in a Pound for Snoopin, Daz/Kurupt in this b**h So many shots to the stomach, he feelin like he threw up in this b**h To a Yak n***a, that's a rush to em it's like we off Shrooms n***a we grew up in this sh** Smack, tell em I'm from the Yak, down the street from Joe Lewis I'm that k**er masked up behind them lines, I'm Ray Lewis We can take it back to yo hometown in St. Louis With heavy shooters, and you still gon die on yo own court You Reggie Louis You nobody til somebody k**s you, that's what Biggie taught Think you can outrun these shells? That's what Ricky thought You figured you was a Renegade, when facts is When you in the Danja Zone you ain't a k**er, that's what Mickey thought I'm past real, y'all give these fans that f*g feel Go against my grain you gon; need more than an Advil I blast steel, that thing hit him harder than Adolf Hitler gas bill So what you gon do? No pun intended Gun extended if he act n***a, another fake trap n***a You only known in the Lou' because you wack n***a But man, me? That's push ups under a Grand Prix I got Pontiac on my back n***a I feel n***as hating, but f** it I peep it "BOW!" I bet for a week he (Wiki) leaks like a government secret And you look like yo p**y stink, f** it I'm acting rude tonight I feel like I got something to prove tonight Smack I ain't sign no contract, so it ain't no rules tonight I'm devoted to this, so if I get that reason to pull that tool tonight He'll leave Earth when (Wind) it Fire, that's how I groove tonight Yak Town in this b**h! [Round 3: B Magic] Ill Will beat Magic? My n***a that's a knee slapper Call me Lebron/Favre n***a that's a Heat Packer Weak rappers ain't gon never win this way See Will sk** gon have to be Independence Day Why lay Millz on him? I could leave the Raw smoking Come to the battle talkin you leave with ya jaw broken Seeing black drawing from the belt called the Hulk Hogan Gun bu*t em, clip a (Clipper) crack head like Lamar Odom Let's keep it real, glad these n***as laughing bruh Act funny then this mill will (Dennis Miller) have you cracking up That's Real Talk, you nothing more than tired I wish he would, fangs burn him when this four is fired Listen, just know you picked the right n***a on the wrong day If I say you lost, just give me that, "I know" face Steel running I slide back to ya home base You need a bullet? I got what you want like Nicole Wray House Party, load up and ride in that fo' play For the cream peel that cap back over your plate f** Yak I'm more of Henny mixed with Rozay The Mitten not big enough for a k**er, I'm O.J A team real n***a look at y'all awkward Reach in and get the cross over like Jamal Crawford The kush a swisha sweet shawty, the cigar sparker Roll up and k**er hit the tree like I'm Paul Walker The king author/Arthur, sitting nice on that round table Now a G gotta show y'all that he round the beast He freestyle and make that wack sh** sound elite But I'll give him the blues if Will down to me Let's play p**y, I'm looking for him, Tommy fat n***a You found him and I just clown him when I palm the Mac Miller Come at me and get washed I laundromat n***as Get a G 8/ate that scratch the Pontiac n***a n***a fo sho' you gonna get beat proper B Magic buckle a b**h chest like a flee collar You get degrade Doug Fresh like a beat boxer With 30 bullets cross ya chest like Rasheed Wallace Let's get it poppin, let's get this sh** on the move Cause it's true, if these rapping a** n***as is on the loose Freddy Krug' dreams on ya k**in em on the tube Get slayed with this Nicholas sittin up on the roof I'm a fool, you gon hear that .38 pull Pull a n***a up out the whip like GTA IV Mean I'll give em a signal and you see 8 more Swing iron and give the n***a from PG A Tour Do I have to grab a pump and air Will/wheel Or just pop the trunk, cause I ain't trying to spare Will/wheel This square feel all the heat from the Tec steam Cause I'm armed with the hot metal like a step team I told em once, these motherf**ers scared I'm from the motherf**in Lou' that's how a motherf**er play it Beat me? Can you believe what this motherf**a said? He must've slipped, fell and bumped his motherf**in head B Motherf**in Magic [Round 3: III Will] You was reppin Street Status on your rookie sh** You still are? Oh okay I was just making sure cause OG B YN that's p**y sh** OGBYN that's p**y sh**? But I don't really like doing that style Cause all of y'all n***as s** dick it's just a swallowing act Get it? All y'all n***a s**... see you was just following that I heard Magic trying to see me I say you wanna beat III you can't figure out how to beat me Figure out how to be me Now I gotta expose Magic on cam' Like Morgan Freeman in Now You See Me Watch me control the room, ferocious goon k** him dead, bury him, open tomb, hold it to him, blow it through him If I put this dip sh** on my hit list I could get Magic took out the game Quicker than Irving Johnson with an open wound Grab the Smack check, n***as acting like Magic taking back steps Y'all must've thought I was lying when I said the Yak next I mean, yeah you Magic but, more like Penny Hardaway after Shaq left I mean what's good Magic? It's action packed in my hood Magic Since this war locked (warlock) I studied ya craft Which (witch) is how I understood Magic They think I won't come to his house? Well okay then I be outside smoking a cig in the AM Soon as he cracked the door I flipped Magic's with that CIG in the AM Hold up that's magic how I did Magic cause with Magic that's CIG in the AM I'm the one, we cash chasing Young guns follow him soon as they park They spraying the windshield like a bum at the gas station Heart froze, once my arm fold it'll night ya Two piece than an uppercut Got him sounding like Lamar Odom in a cipher I don't feel sh** for this n***a Callin me and underdog only gon bring the Pit out this n***a I will co*k back smack the b**h out this n***a Hit em with a "god damn!" Followed by a "Dawg, he just beat the sh** out this n***a" You on ya top 5 sh**? Not now b**h Y'all call him a big dog I say he on his Chihuahua sh** I will put Magic in a box look at his moms like, "Ha ha b**h." But if she start crying just to lighten the mood I'll split Magic in two like "voila b**h!" You might of whipped DNA on the card, Will can adapt to that Some are salty/saulting cause I'm back flippin on stage like a acrobat Is you mad n***a? Well I'm glad n***a Cause I can't stand the b**h My Jamaican n***a hit me up y'all, mad as sh** He said "III, I'm mad you didn't call me for the Tay Roc battle. But f** it we good Long as you bring me Magic back to the Yak so I can get him drunk in the hood." He said "Give him that Lionz Den." I said, "Define it then." Pull that Tech 9 out that Arsonal and ya Lux gon be Goodz But just make sure you give me a few Dolarz and get my bread right Cause once that Clips in the AK It's Tay Tay, Roc leaving with his HEAD ICE'd Yak Town in this b**h!