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urltv - john john da don vs b magic lyrics

[round 1: john john da don]
me and syah rep swag, don’t forget the ink, got me?
400 blocc ain’t the only n-gg-s that keep shotty’s
came home to ny, b to catch a mean body
i dot mob’s and you’ll get your whole team homi’d
the gun blow turn your stomach into gumbo
unless his vest could pocket from them rockets like mutumbo
my n-gg-s front row while you starring in my gun show
you’ll get a warm welcome, first to clap it, then the drum roll
pick em out a crowd, what you think i got the rifle for?
it’ll catch him from the blind side like michael oher
magic ain’t a savage, i don’t know what y’all hyped him for
my sweet 16’s will get his elite ate/8 i ain’t worried about the final four
this guy’ll fall if he thinking that he fly
i put a dot on his top if he thinking that he i
i’ll lay him in a bag if he thinking that he wise
and give this n-gg- to 2k’s if he thinking that he live
it’s that time where it gets real, this n-gg- think he hot
will somebody tell this b-tch chill
he gon get loud and hype until them clips peel
chrome in his -ss make this motherf-cker sit still
if he don’t die tonight i bet his kids will
black dodge, ram size swipe him off a big wheel
take him to burger king, it won’t seem like a big deal
until i give em toys that didn’t come with the kids meal
if you ain’t ever been on a plane with terrorists and survive the flight
been to h-ll and back, even had a chance to say “hi” to christ
drink gasoline and ate a stick of dynamite
f-ck made you think you wasn’t gon die tonight?
you gon need that dictionary remy got his words from
the address to the beauty shop verb got his perm from yung iii to say, “who is this n-gg-?” and make me look all lame
and hitman holla to stop me mid verse to yell “ball game!”
cross me and just take one step out of line
you’ll get your eyes gouged and brains blown
he’ll be really out of sight and out of mind
last n-gg- tried to school me he got columbined
so test me, get a multiple choice how to die
that’s a) headshot til his jaw with a slug
or b) shotgun pellets all up in his gut
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
laxative guns, it’ll knock the sh-t out anything
too big for me to carry i conceal ’em in a sling
silencer on a tip for when it scream it’s like a phone on vibrate
you won’t hear it, but you’ll feel it when it ring
2012 with the sh-lls i’m coming to put an end to ya
9 spit keep live clips like a cinema
it’ll clear your insides out like an enema
so when you see john hanc-ck/hand c-ck it ain’t my signature
b magic be at church every sunday paying tides
then on street status rapping ’bout blazing nines
i know nelly paved the way for your state to shine
but is you a saint or a lunatic? make your mind
that’s why y’all n-gg-s hurting out ‘thurr’
‘urrthing derrty’ cause your water ain’t working out thurr’
who g-ssed him like he iii like his verses got germs?
but magic ain’t been sick since earvin got cured
gats for hire, by the way i get them ratchets fired
you’ll feel holy when they sing it’s like a baptist choir
clap and hire til i get your jaw cracked and wired
throw a bullet in his newborn mouth, soon as i p-ss, it fire (pacifier)
my raps admired cause i’m one of the best
i’ll pull your lungs on your feet, make you run out of breath
then keep dumping the tec til there’s none in it left
machines drawn, king kong get a drum on his chest
let me guess you getting money and you balling in that new sh-t
when ya n-gg-s got beef they call you for the shooting
that’s how i know you lying in that talking that you doing
cause n-gg- your name magic you just cause an illusion
stupid! you not a thug you don’t bang with the g’s and apes
you broke so desert the only time you get seen with cake
i come to st. louis and when i see you i’ma beam the eight
put you out your misery/missouri and you ain’t gotta leave your state
i can’t move without that metal like robocop
throwing bullets from that cowboy/cal boy i took romo spot
whoever standing right beside you when that .44 pop
i’ma put your face on they body like photoshop
swag inker don’t blink, join the campaign
guns i pull em from the thigh like a hamstring
b magic a champ? i end this champs reign
with bullets the size of rozay bottles, i bring this champ pain/champagne
i was gon go light, but sh-t i’m too heavy
if you believe in magic you still believe in the tooth fairy
b magic a crip? okay, who’s worried
he’s a m-ffin, it ain’t nothing to get this guy in blue buried
i be in that carmelo/car mellow
trying to get my bills up/billups like chauncy
run from this ny, k you’ll be amare
the difference is he posted up but won’t bang for real
i give em 6 and they’ll find him in the laundry field
this can’t be real, you the man though magic
you look broke all the time, but you got grams though magic
and about those lips, i’m just trying to understand though
magic
i mean what’s up with the white/dwight? this ain’t orlando magic
you could say i am more official than a cool ref
but i still put him out the game with these two tecs
twin ‘matics gon sing together like a duet
one of these midwest n-gg-s down, smack, who’s next?

[round 1: b magic]
if we beef dog expect a ratchet
your neck i snap it, with them tecs i let your have it
i bless the addicts, this n-gg- gon respect the magic
b-tch i’ll push your cap back like inspector gadget
if you think you wanna swing then your met the boxer
your rap image is a make believe metal popper
i’m down to earth but i’m flyer than a helicopter
knew he was a g-ylord when i met the focker
i put the pump to your nose like nasal spray
and let that drum go “boom!” that’s an 808
i turn my back and then shoot it til you fade away
i run out of bullets and go stupid with the razorblade
it’s b magic mahf-cka… the show arrived
put holes in your oil pan when i throw a ride
like 44 i come after you with the .45
i’m a mechanic, open your hood up like the motor died
the lying/lion king gon get, scarred when this 9 pop
it’s simba/simple it hit your bone yard and leave your pride rocked
if i could give you 12 rounds n-gg- why box?
cool bartender how i give a n-gg- five shots
the cyclops, get that chop chop and hurt your set
b-tch you ain’t never had arms like a birth defect
you the type of n-gg- that would rock a jersey dress
i snap and give a kidd five like the new jersey nets
no sh-t talk i shoot the four until you super sore
i pop in the clip and i’m flipping on em like a luchador
battling n-gg-s like me you gotta be used to war
bruise your jaw, your lid get the steel like a sewer door
look you a soft, this act he on
station wagon his chest put it where his back be-long
my right hook like calzaghe holmes
that mean your jaw easily broken like an athlete bone
think my ears cold the way i’m throwing up my hood
rob you for your money, take the g’s off your visa
and the day b magic get beat bruh steve f-cking lara and screech f-cking lisa
i hit a n-gg- block just to pull it
i’m in your hood trying to play open chess/chest with bullets
i’m all about what’s on my mp3 b magic ’bout to beat a square like an mpc
“bow! bow! bow!” multiple stab wounds
leave your monkey -ss red like a baboon
black rings around your eyes like a racc–n
i bust it til the spring break like cancun
this n-gg- dome where the iron peel
i bet a n-gg- stop and roll when i fire drills
the shotty will knock you down for that extra sh-t
and the chopper’ll knock you up like a pregnant b-tch
give you wings like a new york knickerbocker
run up and ring his door bell with the n-gg- knocker
w-nksta you ’bout as gangsta as mr. rogers
not one n-gg- in here think you a pistol popper
f-cking punk, magic chin breaking
n-gg- go and eat a sub for his penn station
i shoot to k!ll ain’t no skin grazing
i end a show with a “bow!” that’s a temptation
this last round called “body bag”
probably get out this battle in a body cast
the shotty blast leave you with them dead body tags
even the mighty duck when i’m creeping in that hockey mask
you lollygag, know the best is better
i leave you red over green like a freddy sweater
the dessie wet em, the chopper made him spin backwards
these rounds making contact like lens crafters
b-tch i get long dome like stewie head
banging cans behind your car like a newlywed
think you sick? well b magic is the sudafed
this right hook will give you them zab judah noodle legs
i’m midwest until my day come
throwing n-gg-s off a stage like i’m akon
get cream with the magazine like avon
i just do it for the love get my faizon
it’s all love when i’m popping off the heat
make sparks fly then i knock him off his feet
b-tch you need my say so to walk across the street
shots fly let’s see if you can talk without a cheek
i’m hard without a beak, i’m lifting up the toast
start acting immature until he given up the ghost
i pull a .57 like i’m zipping up a coat
grabbed em and drug money like i flip a lot of c-ke
hit the grown up for speaking ’bout the four
or nicotine fit like i’m fiending for a smoke
everything i do sell/sail like i did it on a boat
i work for everything like a universe remote
this n-gg- group got some square members
call this nina avatar it’s an airbender
plus i heard john john was a transgender
wear tight shirts, skinny jeans and them van slippers
i’m ’bout to make norbes bring out the yellow tape
b-tch i don’t like you, i’ll beat you if my rillo break
i’m ’bout to grab the chainsaw i’m going leatherface
b magic spitting hot lines while you tailor made
i regulate, b magic educate you dumbf-cks
plus i want 10% of whatever them s.o.n.s. touched
i’m bout to get rid of the trash like a dump truck
bust shots, now the train driver went con-duct/ducked
f-ck that n-gg- from roll bounce son
f-ck that n-gg- them two tranny’s was fighting over
i’m new school with an old school movement
snap and give you the blues like old school music
this n-gg- sorry like a board game
the fours bang, the outlines with the chalk came
i kept him leaking off the curb like an oil stain
cause this f-g hit-men playing ball games
no disrespect to that n-gg- holla
but brixx i will shoot tecs at that n-gg- mama
right now i see you k!lling yourself
but i throw brixx at belvedere and have him feeling himself
b m-th-f-ckin magic

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