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hitman holla - top tier diss lyrics

[intro]

[hook]
they say it’s stages to the top tier (top tier)
it is
oh they forgot how they got here (got here)
nah, we didn’t
why they talking like we not here? (not here)
y’all not
like we been punching on em all year
man, bye
y’all forgot about the barbershop, the black star
the small room, but it stops here (easy)
where were y’all at?
we about to take it back to the smack era
well let’s do that
it’s only right cause the block hеre
okay

[verse]
i got too much pride
they wokе hitman up
i’m locked and loaded and ready to ride (let’s go)
them guys say i duck and hide (what?)
but if you seen my house then you would know i don’t come outside
i spend it and get my cake right back
i’m in a penthouse
i look down on ave, straight like that
don’t want no problem with me? stay like that
you seen martin vs. hitman?
i’ll leave your face like that
ay loso, spin the block
you love god? well i’ll send you to the gates
it’s up to him he let you win or not
you see, i was just gon let it rock
but bill collector steady talking
idiot you gon bet or not?
ay b. dot, stop doubting me, n+gga
fake ass dr. king until i catch you on that balcony
that boy ace got a loud mouth
think it’s time i knock knock and show his family how i wild out
your mother daughter’ll get zipped up
they’ll find aces (ace sis) on the floor, 52 pick up
all he do is get tough
big stage, b+tch up
in person, switch up
i’m so sick of+
these jealous ass n+ggas (uh+huh)
they just show me doubt (show me doubt)
pay attention cause i know the routes
them battle n+ggas keep praying like “i hope he out”
that n+gga swamp last battle was nastier than yoshi mouth
why you and geechi ain’t battled yet?
i don’t know, but at magic city i threw his whole battle check
boy don’t make me put them g’s on you
matter fact, hit my line. my girlfriend need some weave from you
they say i’m ducking eazy the block captain (huh?)
my only reply is eazy the block cappin
real street beef, ain’t none of my opps rapping
somebody tell holmzie shut up before i smack him
calicoe still in his feelings cause i ain’t dap him (that’s why)
math hoffa still in his feelings i out rapped him (that’s why)
url don’t wanna call me cause i’mma tax em
battle rap bodies is piling, i gotta stack em
all these n+ggas hating, i’m just telling you facts
am i a legend?
my numbers probably better than smack’s
man, they just wanna seem like hitters
did all that dissing
next card just to team up with us (wow)
my next battle slowly approaching
i’m bout to go up
this sh+t i’m writing now so sick, i’mma throw up
max out, april 3rd, it’ll blow up
somebody tell cass it’s better if he don’t show up
ball game

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