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urltv - jerry wess vs. chilla jones كلمات الأغنية

[round 1: jerry wess]
he got experience, but so do i
who say i’m not gon’ beat him?
miles morales: hey, if i showed the (shoulder) touch, i could shock the king pen (kingpin)
the ambulance doin’ curbside pickup if i drop his ass
he ain’t get a chance to see what i had in store: he forgot his mask
hop out the mystery machine, glock_19 if he pass me
this sh_t split up gangs
infrared (fred) on this b_tch like daphne
don’t worry ’bout what i carry, yo
key (karaoke) is to bring the hecklers
two ratchets, they do wet (duet) n_ggas when they sing togеther
one_two, f_ck up your vision, ’til you cannot see
(_kiss_) twitter, (_kiss_) facеbook: these’ll connect to yo’ eye, g (ig)!
troy told me, “chop him and noose him”
he want part of your body wrapped in another bag
meanin’ split him after i hang him
soon as he choke, smack gon’ take his other half!
i’ll clap him while he dreamin’! start squeezin’ steel!
head explodin’, melatonin: i’ll wait ’til he sleep and peel (sleeping pill)!
oh, y’all thought i forgot about nome?
i can’t let that b.s. slide
think it’s a game, now every n_gga finna get it: ps5!
the .9 h_lla accurate, tool to your brain
the mill’ in sync (meal in sink) like there’s food in the drain
kingpen? i’m supposed to be scared of your ink ’cause you world_known?
n_gga, the only pen (pin) i ever been concerned about is the one in my girl phone
mac_11, broad day, that’s a wild risk
gun_b_tt, the pen on the mac (mac): it’s a stylus
you not believable
we laugh when you say gun bars _ it ain’t a secret
any threat this b_tch make will look crazy: jada pinkett!
vers’ magic, i used flash bars
it’s a crisis i speed past you
then i crossover to show where it all started…you seem baffled
i’ll shoot the mother of your princess, definitely, and you get hit wit’ this mean barrel
first, i pop a can’ (_chk_), then i’ll lift a (oliver) queen: green arrow!
gun fresh out the box, d_mn near legal when i’m clappin’ that
didn’t get to scratch it, i’m spittin’ wit’ the serial (cereal): i’m surf wit’ the apple jacks
i’m better than you
i’ll let the whole world know, you gets nada!
i’m tellin’ everybody, chill’, while i’m rappin’: rich dolarz!
you coulda been efb, but as far as your career, my n_gga? it’s only condolences
i mean, he gon’ be sad for a while, until he hit a speed bump
he gon’ slowly get over it
knife in his jaw!
you better pray your health insurance got an extension
he can’t afford the surgery, but the docs still took it out the pen chin (pension)!
he gon’ get home…very scared!
it’s gon’ be a homi’, body parts everywhere
i’m talkin’ legs in the fridge, dome in the couch
good_ass phone conversation: jones all over the house!
the tec blow, your set know
f_ck am i still rap_
brooklyn!
[round 1: chilla jones]
aye, i knew i would floor the (florida) n_gga, soon as beas’ text sayin’, “he’s next”
i couldn’t get suge or land o (orlando)?
he ’bout to be m.i.a. _ this a weak threat
y’all can debate whose pens are colder (pensacola), but it take a clear war to (clearwater) prove who can be best
they know i tamper (tampa) wit’ k!llers since i fought myers…and that’s the key, wess (west)
yes, i’m a factor and a force
they keep wonderin’ who i wrote for, they keep askin’ me, of course
well, ask smack _ even in that benz, he know (benzino), a boston rapper was the source
ain’t no passin’ of the torch!
to be champion of the year, i’m droppin’ wess (west) like kim k….after the divorce!
you a corpse if the gauge is a 12, i’m sprayin’ out him
if it’s sauce, well, the plate came with sh_lls: it ain’t italian
you got any last words for the fans? think about it…
gave him two shots to pour out his soul (sole) like meg thee stallion!

- urltv

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