John John Da Don - John John Da Don vs. Mr. Wavy lyrics

[Round 1: John John Da Don] I think Smack got Rookies vs. Vets and Summer Madness confused But I get it, y'all booking these new n***as to rack up their views They might hype him, but in the building, if I happen to lose He'll have a ball and be a n***a looking stupid in the clip, that's Shaqtin' A Fool These rappers is food, what y'all call a stage is my eatery I set him up for the shot, I guess that's just a PG in me Ayo Eric Beasley, I heard you had this n***a beating me But If I'm supposed to die by some p**y, won't be that easy, E I stay strapped, draw on his cheek, come get a face tat Or next tom I hawk will be in his head, that's a Braves hat I have search parties deep in the ocean to find where Wave at But that's like saying hi to some rude neighbors, don't expect to get Wave back Let's state facts, 2012, I had a hot year Cla**ics with Magic and Bill, can't say that's not clear Summer Madness 2, I shut it down soon as I got there Which made it possible for a PG to be top tier URL ain't make me, n***a, get your facts straight Hundred thousands of views before I ever hit a Smack stage But all you did was sign a contract to do what Smack say That sounds like internet pimping to me, he probably got you on Backpage Relax Wave, trust me, this is gonna be a body You's a knockoff Surf, another f**ing carbon copy So I'll be in his neighborhood and start dumping in his lobby ‘Til I make Wave evacuate the city since he wants to be Tsunami I asked Surf to throw a cosign your way He said “the n***a that be dancing when he rhyme, no way” I fall asleep every time I see that guy on stage So just for making Surf bored, I got to ride on Wave That four go will have Wavy dripping here to make his soul glow I put whoever y'all hand me down like big bro's clothes I'm pulling strings in these rounds… Calm down, that was a bar, when did you ever know me to choke bro? Pulling strings out these rounds, I said yo-yo You so slow, I just want my f**ing respect So get that cake up before the steam f** with your chest Nah, we could make it a 2-on-2, I'll double the TECs Y'all can see a D and a K shine; that's NWX! The f** you expect, I was gon' get up here and play with you? Oh, you thought this was gonna be a debatable Mortal Kombat voice, “finish him”, is what I came to do So why not make it a shocking body; that's a Raiden move I'm blaming you for what you made me do to this Wavy dude Your little dog getting cooked and ate, that's Asian food Nah f** that, let's put the guns away, I'm in a razor mood Let's let the ox tell if he could eat it, that's Jamaican food His box is like an outstanding warrant, you can't avoid that Head, chest, legs, damn, where should I shoot this boy at? I'm trying to figure out where the f** I'm gonna point at I guess it's the perfect time for me to bring that multiple choice back Like A, headshot, start pouring in his mug Or B, fill up his stomach ‘til he coughing up the slugs Or C, go for his legs and have him crawling in his blood Or D, start from his feet and shoot all of the above I'm only here ‘cause I'm getting that cash It's a body, and it's time for you to get in that bag So just know when you get done spitting that trash It's still two more rounds of me whipping that a** [Round 1: Mr. Wavy] Summer Madness 5, it's like the All-Star game I'm glad y'all came through PG versus a PG, only difference is I'm dumb new See I want y'all to look at him like the sk**'s challenged, I'ma tell y'all why that's dumb true Think about it, a sk**s challenge, he's the obstacle a PG n***a gonna run through What up Dananon? Your name really buzzing, you're off the intercom Goofy n***a, tall doofy n***a, ‘bout to get sh**ted on How you give it up? I could give a little f** like midget p**n Shotgun in the pants leg, nah, I got a different arm Pull twins, aimed at you, it ain't a spirit bomb Nah, f** that, I'm still aiming, I'll get that spirit bombed Deuce deuce, what, yeah, okay, I just got close enough to use the little john This battle ain't pay-per-view, but Smack, you're bringing out Caucasians, Dominicans, Blacks, Russians, Hispanics, and y'all n***as don't even peep the sh** Nah, f** that, pay attention, peep the flips See my core caging, though many can come on the stage, I hate frauds I'm rushing to black on any n***a, so if his panic, I'll pulling more than a race card Nasty four, heat a n***a it's about to get nasty for I'll pistol whip him with the hammer ‘til his head open up like a pistachio We are not even, Blanka attack, I got the shock treatment Way I got your future in my hands, he'll think I'm palm reading Dirk Nowitzki with a maverick, I got the shot fiending Tryna made him fade away, bump, and took the shot leaning Y'all try to feed him, critical state I'm trying to leave him Leg shot, bow, bow, I knock kneed him What you gonna do, 4-bar me to d**h? I get the picture Steal a couple of my quotable lines? Aye you that n***a I swear you got Siamese fans that's sticking with ya ‘Cause you don't bring nothing to the table like Roger from Sister Sister Talking ‘bout, you gave Prep the blueprint, how J? It's only Z's when you rap, and you harming me? I got performance and bars, that's the best of both worlds, and I'm still building my dynasty You don't black like you had a hard knock life, your name ain't bringing them out This American gangster? But now I got a reasonable doubt Who made Don king? That's that stupid sh** that he broadcast, y'all all a** Your mans jump in, he get his dog tagged Have his body stretched like a frog splash You get hog lashed, John try to haul a** Get the animal to that neck like the Lacoste tag I swear you're getting crunched on the low like dwarfs abs Real n***as don't f** with you like Jordache Shine was our mutual perk, but you ain't getting away from this work with a hall pa** You lost to Shine, I son Shine, go check the forecast You had a little scrap with the other Da Don, me and my bros been in fights for our lives, and we never had to brag about swinging Neck shot, (f** that mean?), that's a hollow you could brag about beating I'm all in, every battle, I'm on a chalk mission So we both got drive, but in two different spots, that's ‘cause we park different See it's all about the bread with you, not about the comp, see how the art switching? And now you're repping Shrug Life, I guess that was John's Q, to let y'all know son got his heart missing I still walk away without a stain on him, he still talking, I'll moonwalk it and bang on him Nah, it went from bang on him to get banged on, YO to Atlanta, n***a the name drawn How many of y'all been on carnival game? Good, my flame on Whack-A-Mole, whatever hole he hop out, he get banged on Round 1, you know I came to chalk him out I look him dead in his face and ask him “f** is you talking about?” Wavy [Round 2: John John Da Don] Y'all seen me vs. Hitman and y'all hoping this be the same I made that road to top tier, who drove him into my lane? Smack be riding with these rookies when they're going against the names So these clippers should be cutting Wave off since he's going against the grain Why y'all keep comparing him to me when he ain't work this hard? Y'all forced him on the stage, this ain't the right way to birth a star The judge just might give me life after this murder charge So even if y'all think Mister meaner, he still ain't worth the bars You said you been away so long, you grew a beard out So you'll probably gon' disappear again before the year's out Shout out to Chess, shout out to T-Top, at least they're rookies that we hear about Nobody mentions Wave since Verb grew his hair out Little Wavy, you's a boy to me, so what that Mr. mean? I got to mop him to help his flow shine, I'm being Mr. Clean I'm tired of hearing this n***a scream So if I come suited with the blazer, then he better act quiet, or that's Mr. bean n***a, your name Joseph, you ain't the sh**s, so why you co*ky, Joe? I might beat up the n***a that's with you, and make you watch me, Joe His tomato sauce will be on the ground, beef, you'll have to mop the floor After I spill your man, which means I'll do him sloppy, Joe Y'all think he puts on liver shows, but I'm the barsmith You know you wack when you go to do some stupid a** dance to make a bar hit And y'all know it too, but for the sake of Smack, y'all cheer regardless But you shouldn't waste management on him because he garbage I'ma quote you, but don't worry, I ain't gon' try to flip it But you said “Shotgun in the pants leg, I'll be walking like a zombie with it” See it was the performance, not the bar that really had everybody tripping Tyler Perry, it's just an act when this guy be wigging But me, I move crowds with my fire writtens Like if I k**, it gon' be quiet, so nobody witness But with the suppressor on the nine will do the silent spitting To add the “shh” to the murder like Bobby did it Speaking of Bobby Shmurda, y'all got something in common ‘Cause y'all both facing bars as soon as y'all started popping Ain't you from Brooklyn too? What you don't let nines dump You're from the Stuy, right? So you gon' be the one I bump Stye, eye, bump, I'm too nice for this n***a Yet I bumped him, only ‘cause it's on sight with this n***a I'm charged up, back-to-back, like that light-skinned n***a But he could be Drake, I'm Quentin Miller, I got a right for this n***a Y'all went crazy over that zombie bar, although it wasn't his But it wasn't ‘cause of what he said, it was more ‘cause of what he did Is that what performance is, acting what y'all rhyme about? You want me to rap like Mr. Wavy? OK, f** it, I'll try it out Since n***as say I'm stealing anyway, then why change the angle? Get you for everything you got, and I ain't saying thank you Deuce in the boot, got me walking like a sprained an ankle Crack his head, then clock his chest, I'll Flava Flav you He looking at me like “he not nice” ‘Cause I'm saying a bunch of sh** that he no like But as soon as this n***a act like he want fight Soundclick.com, it gets the beats on sight I'm only here ‘cause I'm getting that cash It is a body, and it's time for you to get in that bag So just know when you get done spitting that trash It's still one more round of me whipping that a** [Round 2: Mr. Wavy] They said I'm only here ‘cause I'm cheap, well I'm sorry to trouble you, but enough with the board games See I'm only here to torch lames I figured long as I do my numbers, then the green will come around like the 6, 5, and the 4 train See for you, the green works, but son close to sink in like Palmolive and Ajax Green works, Sun, Palmolive, Ajax, don't worry, I'm just alarming you See you don't know I got a dish for washing these plates, that's my joy, I don't think it dawned on you Well let me let this dawn on you, you might've been in other leagues rapping, so f**ing what? In URL, you hardly praised n***a splitting, throwing punches in different leagues, but in URL, they keep Johnny caged That's Mortal Kombat, n***a you ready for combat? ‘Cause I gets busy, ain't sh** iffy Construction workout glove, n***a that grip with me Talk sh**, I'm bringing back problems like big titties Head shot, he'll be drenched by the ear, no wet willy In this city, we strapped like we ready for war sh**, boss sh** Please don't be confused by that calm sh**, alarms tick This, a great white shark hunting a crawfish A lookout? Boy, I'm hitting any n***a who saw sh** A bunch of M's, bunch of K's, no Michael Kors sh** AK out the strap, bombing, Vietnam sh** Reload, reload, I'm out, I need some more sh** Blaow, a Don hit, who Hollow? No, that John b**h Well, is he dead? I don't know, let me get on sh** I'll slide up on his body real smooth, you know Vellore sh** Blaow, his core hit, then his top get the cartridge, no Nintendo 64 sh** You're as real as the company you keep, I don't respect the frauds Your man be screaming he the best, this n***a's a thief, it's in his repertoire Ya both squares, two different colors, these n***as checkerboards John John, it's my time, you ain't gonna stop my shine in this new era Don't look confused, I'm here to take out spots like Cruella You ain't the man, you're really a b**h like Bruce Jenner You whine for battlers, I'm like the wine of battlers ‘cause in due time, I gets better I'm a new n***a, but I thought you would've knew, n***a Thought I'd come on the stage and get my freeze on, f** is he on? I'm nice like AI with the sleeve on Leave wrong, I'll tec a lame, Packer game, I throw my G's on Hammer going right in his mouth, he won't respond That's the strap over the tongue, no KD's on If he mob deep, it'll be nothing to end his men ‘Cause once this nine point at five, that round's off to the nearest ten That's crazy ‘cause 9.5 rounds off to the nearest 10 You forever gon' be a PG, ain't no removing the tat You ain't the goat of sh**, ‘cause I'm bruising your stats You don't be washing tons of n***as, you be losing to cats John putting up this wall like he can't get the two to his back Washington, John Wall, 2 to his – Man, I drop these, nice work, you will not breath Five miles per hour with the stab, but the wound look like I'm trying to hit the top speed I've been through all the negativity, n***a, I get enough hate That's why they say silence is golden, but you know what's silver? My duct tape I grab Jonathan a** up, man it's about to get real, bro (Chill bro), nah, I'm showing a different sk**, bro Steel get the clapping together, that's a concerto Take his newborn and use that b**h as a field goal See I'm from Brooklyn, untied strings, but I am not tripping Like a hostage breaking out, I am not slipping, not kidding You're worried about views, I'm trying not to get viewed, n***a, my stock different You're a replica, I'm original, I tell it like it is, but I am not snitching Dwayne Johnson, Scorpion King, that mean we rock different URL opened the door, you got sworn in Nah, gangster sh**, soon as n***as open the door, my n***as swarm in Weaponry, these n***as ain't street, these n***as Sesame Main click, load her up, that's a pregnancy She also hit n***as on the side, infidelity New n***as can't f** with the vets, are y'all kidding me? Y'all just read bull, no energy, who ending me Smack, line ‘em up, a**embly But John John get arms on both sides like a centipede That lead squirt, his head burst, it's like a lemon squeeze My heart cold, 10 degrees, mind state, felonies You gon' get took out behind these bars like Remy weave That's round 2, you know I came to chalk him out Look him dead in his face and ask him “f** is you talking about?” Wavy [Round 3: John John Da Don] It was other n***as I wanted to k** tonight, sh** I was hoping Roc But we could set it up on the next card, that's open, Roc But Smack must be running the clock out the way he's holding Roc Or got a drug awareness program how he trying to keep me from smoking Roc But why these new n***as, knowing that I can get the best buried? You ain't sick enough, dog, to have this vet worried Thinking he some kind of warrior, all he gon' get is d**h hurried Now you get this PG getting 3-0'ed like he Steph Curry The only reason y'all throwing him on the big stage ‘Cause you promised him to built their profile and get him a big name But y'all just being pampered, get done dirty, watch all that sh** change And get left cold blooded ‘til you OD on Smack, just ask Rick James You think they're loyal to you? Let me put you up on game, kid You can't battle nowhere else, even if it is a paid gig And you got to take what they want to give you, they're the ones that made your name big And they're barely booking you, see that's the darkside and you ain't Brizz So go ahead and take that contract and go to hell with it ‘Cause you're only a part of this URL family for as long as you can sell tickets They don't keep you from battling abroad ‘cause you a male spitting They ga**ing you to make you stay shine, it's a shell business Soon as you leave, you can't get back on the card You think what happened to the last cla** can't happen to y'all? But enough with the politic sh** about being a battling star ‘Cause I'm ‘bout to violate parole again, that just mean I'm going back to the bars I got a gun so big, it's no way that I could tuck it, bro The recoil be throwing my shot off, I be like “f** it, though” ‘Cause I could aim low and still f** around and bust your nose I got to point down ‘cause the kick's ugly like what are those Nobody ever told you you look like 50 in the face? Or on top of that, you're like 20 but look 50 in the face So don't be surprised if I put a 50 in your face With an extendo that can release at least 50 in your face So get rich, or die trying, ‘cause all things fall apart I'm a freelancer that will make that righteous k** to show my heart Before I self destruct, I brought a gun to stick to any script It's like it's starring Curtis Jackson, that mean it's 50 in the clip So you better not be talking ‘bout selling coke or shooting guns Like you're some character on Power, that's making you look dumb How ‘bout you get ghost ‘fore I pull the tommy so you should run And if you say you bringing cane in, I'll make you shoot your son I'll prove you buns, Shine brought a n***a out that's where this n***a from That said in front of him how he chased him with an empty gun I understand you ain't want to f** sh** up for Smack, n***a But I'm pretty sure the contract said you can't hit K-Shine, not that n***a That n***a Chizzy said he chased you and made you jet from the steel You seen the clips and got p**y, ain't that Netflix and Chill? You're getting euthanized, Smack know I'm the best at this sk** He sent dog for a shot from a vet that can k** I'm suiting dummies, I should be on Instagram trying to market it ‘Cause I got these birds from the A-Town just in case I want to hawk some sh** Like Welven, I scream “got ‘em” to let you know I got my target hit So whoever trying to Ice JJ phishing for this retarded clip You started this, saying how I take or I bite I'm baldheaded, I never cared about a Wave in my life Now please don't say the John if you ain't saying it twice And if you don't add Da Don, you ain't saying it right Good night, young man [Round 3: Mr. Wavy] First of all, the n***a Shine brought out, son is a mean hater The only n***a that ever backed out on Wave was Qleen Paper You have entered the zone, you seen danger? The tommy that I got – I'm not your man, I'm not your guy, I'm not your bro I spent a lot of money on sh**, but never those You look like a pedophile saltine cracker, they know how it goes Think about it, he a square n***a with little hoes You're under the impression that Smack threw a lame at you I bet you still get excited when they wave at you John, that's a greeting, it's a lot different when Wave at you Brush me right, get tied down, I'll wave cap you I'm a beast, in these streets, you can't be stupid or stay lacking That's why when you see me walk with a bird, we ain't macking Is you really in the field or play Madden? ‘Cause this is where souls get sent and [?] happen f** a run, you'll get hit with a bullet like play action What's up John? This is poor fashion, better yet, let's sportscast him Get aired right in front of the crowd, I'll broadcast him Bow, bow, his body flop, LeBron acting He ain't dead, I don't give a f**, I'll let that arm go behind me like I'm baton grabbing You're like John Paxson, an old PG on some bullsh**, and y'all feel J ‘Cause y'all the coach behind all that bullsh**, that's why y'all feel J? It's ironic throwing all them bullets in the field, yet this John taking the L way You don't steal sh**, n***as steal sh**, and that's my only visual Y'all might picture John hand co*k, but that script just ain't fitting you This is a clone vs. an original, only way you'll body Wave is in a swimming pool Now I'm throwing rounds, sit him down like an interview I'll have a n***a clean, closed in a box like a fitting room John John, there's something you need to listen to I watched you climb that ladder, but it's like you can't get to the top of the steps See against Bill, you copied Suge, DNA, and Tec 9, you had a little rocky effect A remix versus Hitman, you copied the Showtime against Verb, and you could cop with the vets? It's not that they don't f** with you and your stock is in debt This is URL, you will never be at the top with the best They followed innovators, not imitators, that's why he can't copy respect You needed to hear that, you're from YO, double that See this round I had to string him along Pay attention, y'all looked confused, let me ring in the alarm I said he from YO, double that, yo-yo, this round I had to string him along I did that real smooth, Look at my eyes of a n***a that's trying to k** you Michael Myers theme song, no Johnny Gill move I want to propose a toast, see that was a bar, but I did it real smooth Propose a toast just means his gla**es is something I put the steel to I'm real rude, f** your little 38, we let the lord get him f** his ratchets, varsity jackets, you see these arms different Four fours bulldogs bucking, I let that four get him He gon' have to take this metal like I'm absent for a speech and you're award winning Y'all acting like Wavy ain't nice, I've been fire I just don't respect n***as gangster like Chris Rock in Empire Don't he look like one of them tall a** n***as who be missing layups? n***a, I'll take your b**h, and you'll be tight, no? But what your gut say? Can chill beavis, I don't want nothing from your shorty but head If I whip out, I got to let mama kiss it Real n***as know you got to make sure that top bu*ter like a Popeye biscuit If I hit it, you better know I'm laying the pipe She gon' be on my john, John, think I'm saying it right? I heard Method Man in the building, so it's only right That's round 3, you know I came to chalk him out Look him dead in his face and ask him “f** is you talking about?” Wavy