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spit dat heat – chef trez vs. b magic كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: b magic]
writers bloque versus writers bloque, listen y’all it’s punch time
i think i’m joe montana, let me break that down, one time
in case he think it’s a game i got this one nine
you ever seen light? well you can die over gun lines
chef trez is it? well let me show you how to cook
chef wanted a challenge, i welcome him to h_ll’s kitchen
i got bars for years, now that’s a jail sentence
run in his house wit’ his fam like rev. simmons
who talk, buck the nine and let it go
and shoot chef like, once upon a time in mexico
yeah, this i pull ain’t seven fo’
a n_gga [?] punching like ridd_ck bowe, let it go
dump the toolie shoot, slump a roody_poo
if he running i’m gunning one in this flunky subaru
little f_ck i do the do
he gonna see the iron on a stage, that’s mike tyson: undisputed truth
come and get it, yeah, i’m f_cking with it, that’s true sh_t
i made pennies the harder way but i blew chips
young thug, on the way, got a true [?]
[?] strippers [?] but he already knew this
hold up for a minute, i’m down to let the chrome clap
pull a chopper, ak_47, he don’t want that
50 cal, sit him down, don’t ever try to palm that
this n_gga named chef, he should be used to these long caps
been nice since the sega days, don’t get shook
i make this cook book like rachel ray
i hit his block, dumping out the delta 88
they gon’ have to zip up his whole hood like bathing ape
tell me for a second, how old are you about 20 n_gga?
i’m nationwide, you probably know about 20 n_ggas
come get it k!ller, spit that heat, i’ma teach him now
facts, the machine gon’ be personal when i reach around
he gon’ run when it flare
kick the door, break the floor, hear there’s money in there
the llama gun isn’t fair, the thompson 1 it’ll tear
i’m balboa, ‘bout to put a tommy gun in a square

[verse 1: chef trez]
i said this n_gga talking crazy right? but honestly dog i just believe you would die
you said i’m the chef i should be used to long caps?
well you magic, so when i pull something outta one it shouldn’t be a surprise
i say this body gon’ get views after i snap, that’s the perfect pose
the show arrived? well after this headshot it’s curtains closed
i’ll even get a bag for your buds, like i’m serving dro
so try to bluff, and get the cannon, like curtis snow
i’m ‘bout to give you that work, and this sh_t the truth
i’ll be in saint louis raising the piece, like my n_gga ooops
leave ‘em red, switch his crew, but really if i lift and shoot
i say a, hot flow’ll head yo’ way like the old pistons group
you got sh_t confused, and i’m crazy with the piece
you ain’t seen this many bald heads get capped, since i brought crazy to the heat
i’ll drag ya’ lady to the concrete and introduce her face into my sneaks
then boyz n the hood, blaow, the trey’ll lift your baby off the street
it’s levels dog, the gun in my backpack, don’t make me have to attack you
what i draw’s in a bag like i’m packing to travel
let’s keep it brief n_gga
xan and the molly, which will it be n_gga?
i’ll mollywhop him first then xan next ‘cause he sleep n_ggas
i say peep k!ller, y’all gorillas? cool, i had to get the record straight
i make a ape run but is it worth it, ‘cause what’s that the chef? a waste
n_gga put ya’ dukes up, but if you decide to exit, great
you can either get out or box but i really might catch a case
you’ll get boarded, dropped
i’ll make him run from a hook, like the chorus hot
these b_tches’ll run, they don’t wanna nap with you like you snore a lot
the four’ll pop, your body stretched from a round, like a jordan box
rib shot, bullets go through ya’ side like the front door was locked
you know how last time, when the n_gga had the tec shooting
and i made the n_gga commit suicide and clap his own body like step music?
well this time i’ll make him blast the heater
at himself after he bagged his team up
reach out the arms, raise ‘em and clap hisself: macarena
i’m uncomfortable, i heard this n_gga was g_y
they said n_ggas used to buy condoms and throw them sh_ts in ya’ face
so if that’s ya’ lifestyle, please magic fix it today
they said it used to be trojans all over magic, like he was back at michigan state
iron pop, wet his clothes, then apply heat, washer and dryer glocks
drive by your block, circle it, run in your crib, slide by your thot
raise the chrome, but heat up your world like firefox

[verse 2: b magic]
this where it goes to the next level next level, i’ll 40_ounce bottle ya’ sh_t
f_ck what you drink n_gga i’ll make you swallow a fifth
promo for nome 5, all you see is hollow and clips
just straight punches
round two, i’m eating like late lunches
get a magazine after the battle, i’m straight stunting
i copped a new chopper that shoot 800
empty it, then i throw in some more like rae sremmurd
let him live, sh_t, yeah this f_cker gonna die quick
see the ratchet busting out the window it ain’t a side b_tch
[?] if he try dog done
put three to his nugget for rapping like he ty law son
you ready trez? sh_t, if you ready or not
soon as i id a n_gga you can head in a box
heckler & koch, or the [?], rise into ya’ wig
whatever left i, guess i, fire at your crib
i say hold it trez, hold it trezzie, i hold the heavy too
did you know the dezzie loading very potent every use?
all the locs is ready shoot, get up close for better view
i’m cooking about to take chef to culinary school
[?], you been stepping ‘gainst a king
give me seven days and you dead stepping in the ring
that’s a scheme, what it mean?
long cans known for giving n_ggas wings
who is he? b magic motherf_cker, the show arrived
gordon ramsay, for short call me master chef
this is a suicide mission, boy you asked for death
now who doing the most punching? get your math correct
top 10 of the top k!llers of the world craig
f_ck the small talk, boy you f_cking with a thoroughbred
curl in a box when i show him what these tecs’ll rise
chef’ll get hit with a .30 ‘bout stephen_sized
take a shot, we ain’t spinning with blanks
these buckshots withdraw brains from your memory banks
tyrese and ginuwine, we come singing with tanks
if i won’t my cousin will like hilary banks

[verse 2: chef trez]
magic stop with all that acting real ho b_tch
or i will field goal_kick, ya’ f_cking head through a steel door quick
you fought a sons member, and you acting trill bro? quit
what you tryna be dora my n_gga, ‘cause the fox tried to steal yo’ sh_t
don’t try to touch me
i don’t gotta be friday, sat_rday or sunday for it to get kinda ugly, trust me
you can meet god before the weekend, like bible study
so if he get live or rush me, just know i got the fifth on me
leg shot, make him walk around stage like he rich homie
i’m the sh_t homie, and them punches don’t mean nothing when i’m cheffing
see you smoke too much before you battle, and that substance got you stressing
you can[t even put on a show, for the brothers and sisters in the section
he the grinch, ‘cause the green keep f_cking up his presence
i take ya’ own gun, lift it, and the streets’ll be what i put your skull on
f_ck who hammer it is, it can still get raised n_gga, i’m ultron
i’m dragging him, f_ck what you saying son, you ain’t gohan
y’all think this p_ssy armed with the metal? he ain’t voltron
the tool flying, this dude dying
remove his insides, like the shoes drying
peep, i’ll f_ck up dog like snoop lion
or dead a p_ssy, like a doctor when he tube_tying
headshot, think underdog, ‘cause now your roof flying
i be blacking behind bars, on some akon sh_t
i’ll give him three strikes before i go wild, think faizon clips
you’ll catch a round, outta nowhere, that’s a rajon dish
i’ll bring something small forward and that deuce_deuce’ll light him up: tayshaun prince
when the metal, change ya’ destination it ain’t a time machine
he say the chef a b_tch, he gotta be speaking paula deen
‘cause the ratchet’ll make a scene over nothing, she a drama queen
[?], at his door with the bucket like it’s halloween
we all shooters, we just pull and pass like what we puffing cloudy
i’ll let it peel for the green, like i’m detoxing tryna get the chronic out me
i’ll let it kick at ya’ team, i call it gun_ikowski
but even my b_tch, quick to grab the arms like ronda rousey

[verse 3: b magic]
look chef, you f_cking with the wrong k!ller
this chrome n_gga, lift faces like joan rivers
[?] then go and get ‘em
call one jets and one giants, they some dome_splitters
dome, stadium, whatever n_gga metlife
new pac single coming soon n_gga, dead nice
so you can die after the battle i ain’t gon’ say it twice
you’ll be all in pain after i dead mics
n_gga that’s some bars, my ‘migos mean
address a atl n_gga if i see low green
i got a brand new thumper, when it spit it jerk
i made a song about the ratchet, called ‘i hit it first’
i’m on my ray j, you need yo’ bl!ckers
leave bodies cold, yeah these subs leave zero n_ggas
see broke n_gga, i pistolwhip a n_gga ‘til the [?] break
it won’t be the first time you see chef wit’ a ghost face
[?] to bruce jenner, yeah he got some bars but be reaching and sh_t
slow it down, cut the filler, now i’m teaching him sh_t
there go magic showing chef how to season his sh_t
i’m too advanced for these young n_ggas
listen, ya’ b_tch better have a gun wit’ her
look, i’m fire off the back like a rocketeer
wanna sit here and go back and forth get a rocking chair
word to the minister n_ggas’ll get they wigs parted
50 piece to the snorters, it make they kids targets
the gun so big the barrel said chris wallace
blow ya’ chest across the room like ya’ crib haunted
.38, yeah that black one sick
that snub_nose is the lil’ toy i jack son with
it’s writers bloque on the corner with these .45s
just know it’s magic when they tell you that the show arrived
i told ‘em once, these motherf_ckers scared
i’m from the motherf_cking lou that’s how a motherf_cker play it
beat me, can you believe, what this motherf_cker said
(you must’ve slipped, fell and bumped yo’ motherf_cking head)

[verse 3: chef trez]
ya’ name jerry right?
well put up ya’ hands, i’ll give jerry rights
fredo santana: this gon’ be a scary sight
when i grip the tom, i see p_ssy in jerry life
so you can shoot a round and be jerry west, or catch a bullet and be jerry rice
i sneak where you live at, with the d_mn toolie
breaking in ya’ house, like you watching a dance movie
strapped with a vest in case some of ya’ fam shoot me
wit’ a box full of hollows, and these’ll be in the clip, like the kazaam movie
i’ll kidnap him, without squeezing it once
put him in the car then shoot, when i squeeze it he slumped
take black magic to the woods, then he get released from the trunk
like breaking up with baby moms, bm will get dumped
the nerve of you, they tryna bark but frail, n_gga be smart and bail
before you get the iron behind bars, tony starks in jail
masked up, while it’s dark as h_ll
locked in, ‘bout to spark a sh_ll
you crip right? well i’m in all_black, aiming for blue, like gargamel
i get my b_tch wit’ me, and this mill’ll f_ck up ya’ team like cheryl balling
30 clip, just to boost the rounds like big gerald talking
you in ya’ car, well i’m stripping the steering wheel off him
even taking the rims with me, i’m darryl dawkins
so you mac_toting? well i’m gat_holding, that focused, leaving cats open
letting two fifths, bang together it’s like the clap motion
but these guns super small, and kick crazy when the gat smoking
if i was to shoot in the pool, it look like i’m back_stroking
don’t speak tools if you ain’t squeezing ‘cause my side do blazing
we’ll also kidnap ya’ b_tch, if my guys lose patience
we f_ck, tie her up, then shoot her, my guys too crazy
we gang_bang, wrap her, then hit her with a clip: that’s the ice cube stages
you too simple, you don’t throw no over the head crowd_sleepers
you talk a lot, but never really say nothing, you charlie brown teachers
see bruh, that’s how you really spit it my n_gga
‘cause it’s a difference between punching a round and actually hitting a n_gga
and if you can’t stand the heat, stay the f_ck out the kitchen
i done cooked another n_gga it’s time to clean up the dishes, it’s chef life

- spit dat heat

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