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lirik lagu b magic vs ill will – urltv

[round 1: b magic]
ill will, the 106 & park man
slash the regular trash 106 & park n-gga
magic’s should k!ll him with this .32, i’m a star sinner
so if it’s beef is a wrap like a tortilla
midget with an att-tude; 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-ggas where i come from
will choke you up for them jewels 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-ssy n-gga about that
take dawg out for this sh-t; that’s a house pet
send bad n-ggas 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 -ssume that you’re not a punk
d.c. sniper sh-t, got lil’ n-ggas 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-ggas that’s a triple play
you choke against the roc? smack, who is this n-gga? triple h
n-gga 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-gga that bore me
i turn around and let it fly on any n-gga that saw me
shawn carter with this glock; i’m still spittin’ at 40
and the car you f-ck moms in is a mother ship?
suck a d-ck, you got these people thinking you’re f-ckin’ sick
i guess you on some other sh-t, 40 got a rubber grip
i peel those (pillow) cases over his face, i’ma smother sh-t
real n-gga, 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 b-tter scr-per
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-t
{chokes}
magic let the 9 spit
give will the chrome and i ain’t tryna get my ride pimped
see some n-ggas 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-gga hoping that i run by ya
in pontiac with the 5th like i’m a drunk driver
big dusty -ss n-gga
tell him calm it down before i bomb that n-gga
another conceited reject i got a palm
that n-gga slow it down, you speed it up, we got a con/yak n-gga
i say pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture
the tall can open up but that 5th a l!cker/liquor
i got my k!ller, i don’t play by the sh-lls
clips hang out by the macs like saved by the bell

[round 1: ill will]
shut yo’ punchline b-tch -ss up
i mean we all like punch lines but it ain’t that often we need the sh-t
that’s why n-ggas want you to go battle lil mama
i mean conceited, sh-t
but it’s ill will in this b-tch, 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-t?
then why the f-ck was ya’ll g-ssing
to don demarco in roc sh-t?
he another kerr. i’m sick as f-ck, he b-tchin’ 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 d-ld-
both of you b-tches f-cked!
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-gga 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 h-lla deep
you just talk about that war: you tel aviv
i’ll hit this big b-tch 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-cking heat, he a f-cking 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-ggas, they incredible
no, they not incredible, wait
they got an incredible trait to be incredibly fake
but my credibility alone
lets you n-ggas know my credit is great
f-ck 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-ggas, i’m just taking your t-tle
he ain’t slanging sh-t
last time we seen magic with a bird was game 7 of the ’84 finals
but me and my n-ggas, 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-ck who he hang with
or question do he spray clips?
i watched the fat f-ggot n-gga son you in the lou’
your movement ain’t sh-t
y’all a bunch of crime fighters on bowel movements
y’all on some super g-y sh-t
but as far as my n-ggas we’ll make a mess with this sh-t
i tell them clean it up, they disinfecting sh-t
i don’t respect your clique
me and my n-ggas vesting sh-t
still crawling through rice fields that’ll send bullets in crips shin (encrypton) like hidden messengers
i thought i was gone choke n-gga
what you do to a n-gga that punchline? rope-a-dope n-ggas
yak town in this b-tch

[round 2: b magic]
so you the n-gga 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-t? magic got the sicker cell/sale
you entering in the hunger games you can get a sh-ll
i’m riding with that fire on me like district 12
either the stairway to heaven or i give em h-ll
cause if i have gotta get the hammer i’ma get him nailed
i’m from the motherf-ckin lou’ you must’ve slipped and fell
i’m different in that black mask like christian bale
dark knight, f-ck that, let’s get gangsta
you’ll see me in pontiac like a disc changer
i beat the n-gga 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-ggas
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-ts go together
for a grand a couple pr-cks 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 -ss tacked
you know something i never heard? will’s a beast (wildebeest)
apes will clap, better shield ya top like a raiders hat n-gga
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-gga with the iron forearms/4 arms ain’t bobby diaz
i was training with the tommy gun on some rocky sh-t
will son, you better split like the karate kid
i’m cold n-gga, think one n-gga who spit it better
why they calling me the best? you gon see tonight
i run in off his sh-t 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-gga freestyle, does that sound better than ya writtens n-gga? forget it n-gga, you gon’ die here alone i k!ll this n-gga
and i ain’t talkin nasir jones
pause, kelis n-gga, nas, i’m too sick
i will lay this n-gga out flat like a new fit
cause you trash n-gga, i bag n-ggas i don’t give a f-ck if you mad n-gga
i glad n-ggas
b motherf-ckin magic

[round 2: iii will]
i’m ’bout to k!ll sh-t right on stage
you took iii carlton line and he right on stage
what the f-ck?
but they say iii a bully, i mean that’s how it could be
but if you do something a n-gga 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 -ss 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-ck i’m supposed to be happy you reached out?
i ain’t got no heart n-gga
ask huggins, i already did push ups on y’all arch n-gga
my bars is on h-ll b, what the f-ck is a n-gga that’s sorry gon tell me?
young gun shooting with them old rockets, that’s mario elie
we lost too many n-ggas 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 -ss like “who f-ckin this b-tch?”
put ya doggs in a pound for snoopin, daz/kurupt in this b-tch
so many shots to the stomach, he feelin like he threw up in this b-tch
to a yak n-gga, that’s a rush to em it’s like we off shrooms
n-gga we grew up in this sh-t
smack, tell em i’m from the yak, down the street from joe louis
i’m that k!ller 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 lewis!
you n0body til somebody k!lls you, that’s what biggie taught
think you can outrun these sh-lls?
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!ller, 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-gga, another fake trap n-gga
you only known in the lou’ because you wack n-gga
but man, me? that’s push ups under a grand prix
i got pontiac on my back n-gga
i feel n-ggas hating, but f-ck it i peep it “bow!”
i bet for a week he (wiki) leaks like a government secret
and you look like yo p-ssy stink, f-ck 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-tch!

[round 3: b magic]
ill will beat magic? my n-gga that’s a knee slapper
call me lebron/favre n-gga that’s a heat packer
weak rappers ain’t gon never win this way
see will sk!ll 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 b-tt em, clip a (clipper) crack head like lamar odom
let’s keep it real, glad these n-ggas 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-gga 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-ck yak i’m more of henny mixed with rozay
the mitten not big enough for a k!ller, i’m o.j
a team real n-gga 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!ller 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-t sound elite
but i’ll give him the blues if will down to me
let’s play p-ssy, i’m looking for him, tommy fat n-gga
you found him and i just clown him when i palm the mac miller
come at me and get washed i laundromat n-ggas
get a g 8/ate that scratch the pontiac n-gga
n-gga fo sho’ you gonna get beat proper
b magic buckle a b-tch 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-t on the move
cause it’s true, if these rapping -ss n-ggas is on the loose
freddy krug’ dreams on ya k!llin 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-gga 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-gga 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-ckers scared
i’m from the motherf-ckin lou’ that’s how a motherf-cker play it
beat me? can you believe what this motherf-cka said?
he must’ve slipped, fell and bumped his motherf-ckin head
b motherf-ckin magic

[round 3: iii will]
you was reppin street status on your rookie sh-t
you still are?
oh okay i was just making sure cause og b yn that’s p-ssy sh-t
ogbyn that’s p-ssy sh-t?
but i don’t really like doing that style
cause all of y’all n-ggas suck d-ck it’s just a swallowing act
get it? all y’all n-gga suck… 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!ll him dead, bury him, open tomb, hold it to him, blow it through him
if i put this dip sh-t 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-ggas 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-t for this n-gga
callin me and underdog only gon bring the pit out this n-gga
i will c-ck back smack the b-tch out this n-gga
hit em with a “god d-mn!”
followed by a “dawg, he just beat the sh-t out this n-gga”
you on ya top 5 sh-t?
not now b-tch
y’all call him a big dog i say he on his chihuahua sh-t
i will put magic in a box look at his moms like, “ha ha b-tch.”
but if she start crying just to lighten the mood i’ll split magic in two like “voila b-tch!”
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-gga? well i’m glad n-gga
cause i can’t stand the b-tch
my jamaican n-gga hit me up y’all, mad as sh-t
he said “iii, i’m mad you didn’t call me for the tay roc battle. but f-ck 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-tch!

- urltv

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