[Round 1: Ill Will] Vegas, what up? (What up!?)
Y'all can't imagine the type of situation that I'm in
I'm Wesley Snipes in Undisputed (Why?)
They bringin' the Champion to my pen
In which I feel I got one of the best in battle rap
But y'all wanna make me the head bully
And Beasley said it's that time of the month, so I gotta see this Red pussy
What's poppin', Champ?
Let's see who got the pen, and decipher it
Pssh…what's poppin, Champ?
Let's see who got the sickest pen
Fuck ten bands at the end of the year…when a nigga can sign a contract and get it then
That talk stop now, and it's full of truth
They wonder how much that belt cost…
I wonder if it's bulletproof
I come from a horrible land
I'll lay dormant and plan
Shooter? We wouldn't see Red peel (pill) out of Morpheus hand!
But you got a lot of sports bars
I used to shoot for real and shoot for real
The best wit' guns
Which means I could throw you an alley or get you left in one!
Oh, but you the bomb, though!?
I'm prepared for this
I'm talkin' George Bush in the classroom, waitin' on the terrorists
If he come to Pontiac, you'll be scared to piss
He actin' cocky, so he the one I'll air a-
I'll come to yo' hood wit' it on me, my nigga
See what the braggin' 'bout
Y'all remember Stacy, girlfriend was askin' for the condoms?
I got one Magnum out
Dawg actin'
These K-9 tri- dog actin'
And I'll beat yo' ass like those Crips did when you was false-flaggin'
You remember that?
Words can turn to violence real quick
That effect'll domino after
Think Smokey – if I'm at yo' door wit' the shits, I bet yo' mama won't answer!
Itchin' at his head: curious
Fo'-fo' through the door wit' the Tre up: Furious!
See these (CD's)? Both airs (ears) off: I ain't hearin' it!
This bitch cranky, but if she ready to bust, then ain't no mo' Red – period!
OK, the lead is blown
Yeah, Red, it's on
I came in your house, his bitch had on a reddish thong
I walked in, tried to read the vi-
BOW! Too late, Red, it's gone
She holdin' Red up like, "Red, it's wrong!"
Then she get the TECs (text) right after – BLAOW!
She must've read it wrong
You 'bout to wild out on me? I ain't believin' that
We in Vegas…I got a rule that (roulette) if you put the .357 on Red, he can't even black!
That's real shit!
And I know you real pissed
Asked for a DNA test and got diagnosed wit' some Ill shit!
Demon and misfit
(*chk-chk*) Ain't nobody speakin' in this bitch
.40 hit his kidney – BOW! – look like he was reachin' for his shit
Vers' Ave, you wore a nightgown
Vers' Bigg K, you wore a sundress
Next, it's gon' be a miniskirt
But when I pull up in the van, Red dead, then the Mini skrrt!
I assume, Red, want his moon red
What I do wit' the fif'? Lunar eclipse: it'll moon Red!
The Grimmest Reaper, spillin' liters
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