Ill Will vs. B Magic [Lyrics]

[Round 1: B Magic]

Ill Will, the 106 & Park winner/the regular trash 106 & Park nigga
Magic should kill (Shaquille) ‘em with this 32, I’m a star center
So if it’s beef it’s a wrap like a tortilla
Midget with an attitude, I got a short temper
Either you get the jaw bender or I paw print ya
You better wear a vest to the ring like Dolph Ziggler
Or get the metal round Will/Wheel like a car fender
I’m from the hood, but you call it the Slum Slum
Never been that broke to dump dumbs for hun buns
But for the cake the lil niggas where I come from
Will choke you up for the Jewels/Juelz you better Run son
It’s too late to patch him up if I plug Will
You doubt that? Let’s see if this pussy nigga about that
Take dog out for this shit, that’s a house pet
Send bad (Sinbad) niggas in ya crib, that’s a house guest
I’m out back if you feeling I’m some kinda chump
All of this aggression, I assume that you’re not a punk
DC Sniper shit, got lil niggas poppin trunks
Hit a switch and lift Will/wheel up with this hydraulic pump
Let’s box or something, if I give him 8 bet his chin’ll break
Taking out you with 2 like ya niggas say, that’s a triple play
You choked against The Roc(k), Smack who is this nigga? Triple H?
Nigga pray or you can get ya whole camp crystal laked
Whoever helped write for Will helped him write his will
You wack for real, why? You the nigga that bore me
I turn around and let it fly on any nigga that saw me
Sean Carter with this glock, I’m still spitting at 40
The car you fuck moms in is a mother ship? Suck a dick
You got these people thinking that you fuckin sick
I guess you on some other shit, 40 got a rubber grip
I peel those (pillow) casings over his face, I’ma smother shit
Real nigga, I got leaders that’ll follow ya
You’ll wake up buried in a box like Gothika
Come to me and see the heat rise like thermometers
I’m a star with this blue flag like Somalia
I will body ya, end another hater, get the bucket, blaze ya
Pull off in the peanut butter scraper
Send him to his maker, Magic even hit the neighbors
Get my point a-cross like the ending of a prayer
Hit em with 5th, get it if you trip
Boot will like it’s unpaid tickets on the whip
I’m ridiculous with the shit, Magic let the 9 spit
Give Will/wheel the chrome and I ain’t trying to get my ride pimped
See some niggas don’t know it’s drama til the gun fire
I just call it how I see it, I’m the umpire
I’m in ya hood nigga, hoping that I run by ya
In Pontiac with the 5th like a drunk driver
Big dusty ass nigga, tell em calm it down before I bomb that nigga
Another Conceited reject I gotta palm, that nigga slow it down
You speed it up, we got a Cognac/Con Yak nigga
Pour out some liquor for him, he ain’t get the picture/pitcher
The tall can open up, but that 5th will lick ya
Look I’m a killer, I don’t play about the shells
Clips hanging out the Max like Saved By The Bell

[Round 1: Ill Will]

Shut yo punchline bitch ass up
I mean we all like punchlines, but it ain’t that often that we need the shit
That’s why niggas want you to battle Lil Mama, I mean Conceited, shit…
But it’s Ill Will in this bitch, listen here
But I run up on Magic I got something that’ll make him disappear
Y’all wasn’t feeling that? That wasn’t hot shit?
But why the fuck was y’all gassin and Don Demarco’in Roc shit?
He another cure, I’m sick enough, he bitching up
I’ll run up on him and his mans with that pistol tucked
Like “GIVE IT UP!” is you just talkin that dope
Or is you holding that brick or what?
When that steel blow, that’s a double deal tho/dildo
Both of you bitches fucked!
They say “Ill when you see Magic you gotta do him rough”
I say “man he gon catch all these clips like a movie buff”
When a Yak nigga ask you what’s the problem, do not answer
You can catch all these cigs til you got cancer
Big thangs shooting out big dummies like Lamont Sanford
Fella please, quit telling these people you committing felonies
And you hella deep, you just talk about that war, you Televiv
I hit this big bitch with that big can like Della Reese
Now bring it back, cuz he say he the big dog, but he hardly bite
He talk gun busting but he hardly fight, but my army strike
So when that black thang st-st-stutter
It ain’t a boxer trying to hail a cab on a Harlem Night
Somebody speaking that dope, bring that spoon here
Comfortable anywhere with them goons near
Went from PG to BG to Summer Madness 3
What are these top tier niggas doing here
It’s ironic how it’s winter time but I’m just heating up since June’s here
Attacked him with the mac, once I blast him it’s a wrap
3 shots will get B Tre’d (Betrayed) like I stabbed him in the back
Magic ain’t dumpin no fuckin heat, he a fuckin geek
He got y’all so fooled (Soul Food) til I run in the crib with that bird
He won’t come out the room like Uncle Pete
But as far as these niggas, they incredible
No they not incredible, wait, they got an incredible trait
Of being incredibly fake
But my credibility alone lets you niggas know my credit is great
Fuck it, let’s really go punch for punch, we can make it go viral
I’ll bring pain to yo idol, I don’t like none of you niggas
I’m just taking yo title
He ain’t slanging shit, last time we seen Magic with a Bird
Was Game 7 of the ’84 final
But me and my niggas connected like the townies
So let this newly know, I’ll have thang pointed at his head like Coolio’
Now I got his brains with the toolie tho
They’ll see Magic everywhere, they ain’t know
If it was a crime scene of a David Blaine studio
You think I give a fuck who he hang with? Or question, do he spray clips?
I watched a fat faggot nigga son you in the Lou, yo movement ain’t shit
Y’all a bunch of crime fighters on bowel movements
Y’all on some super gay shit
But as far as my niggas we’ll make a mess of this shit
I tell em clean it up, they disinfecting shit
I don’t respect ya clique, me and my niggas in vests and shit
Still crawling thru rice fields
I send bullets thru a crips shin (encryption) like hidden messages
I thought I was gon choke nigga? I thought I was gon choke nigga!
What do you do to a nigga that punchline? Rope-a-dope niggas
Yak Town in this bitch!

[Round 2: B Magic]

So you the nigga that be talking like some big rasta?
No DNA, it gets dreadful with this wig rocker
I pull out that Christopher Wallace, that’s a big poppa
My crew see fiction in these marks, that’s stigmata
Get Rich Dolarz, that’s choked if you ain’t get it well
You buying that Ill shit? Magic got the sicker cell/sale
You entering in The Hunger Games you can get a shell
I’m riding with that fire on me like District 12
Either the stairway to heaven or I give em hell
Cuz if I have gotta get the hammer I’ma get him nailed
I’m from the motherfuckin Lou you must’ve slipped and fell
I’m different in that black mask like Christian Bale
Dark Knight, fuck that, let’s get gangsta
You’ll see me in Pontiac like a disc changer
I beat the nigga that beat you, don’t forget stranger
You couldn’t get over that Roc, that’s a cliffhanger
Let’s spit some bars, heard (?)
If he rollin with the Cal he probably X-Factor cousin
But if my tech clap and dumping, hit chest, back and stomach
I’m rolling with the Cowell like the X-Factor judges
Bring it on, Magic keep a strap up in my palm, bring it
We’ll answer to y’all heathens, give dap to ya mom even
You Will, Smith or this Mac collapse in ya jaw region
Carlton Banks, I get to snapping with these arms swinging
See y’all reaching, my sick flow is clever
Real nigga, all my gangstas and my 6 hoes will tell ya
Got a 40 and a nina, them clips long as ever
Call em (?) black dolls, them shits go together
For a grand a couple pricks from Pontiac can die, you a fag, yes
And a G to ya address
He ain’t catch that, G 2, GTO, you better dash black
I get the vibe, you got some fire birds, get his ass tacked
You know something I never heard? Wilder beast
Apes will clap, better shield ya top like a Raiders hat nigga
You in the DanjaZone, face the facts
This AR can says (Kansas) it’ll raise a back
Ya last battle, definition of what sloppy is
The nigga with the iron forearms/4 arms ain’t Bobby Diaz
I was training with the Tommy Gun on some Rocky shit
Will son, you better split like The Karate Kid
I’m cold nigga, think one nigga who spit it better
Are they calling me the best? You gon see tonight
I run in off his shit like Condelezza Rice
I let him talk to an angel like The Preachers Wife
You too weak to write and ya freestyle is off Ill
I pop in the clip and he got the flippin when it caught Will
Did you catch it? Got to flippin, cartwheel
I’m showing you what a line meant (Alignment) without a car wheel/Will
See I’m a spitter, you a rapper, there’s a difference nigga
Freestyle, does that sound better than ya writtens nigga?
Forget it nigga, you gon die here alone
I kill this nigga and I ain’t talkin Nasir Jones
Pause, Kelis nigga, Nas, I’m too sick
I will lay this nigga out flat like a new fit
Cuz you trash nigga, I bag niggas
I give a fuck if you mad nigga, I GLAD niggas
B Motherfuckin Magic!

[Round 2: Ill Will]

I’m bout to kill shit right on stage
You took Ill Carlton line and he right on stage
What the fuck? But they say Ill a bully, I mean that’s how it could be
But if you do something a nigga disrespect you on or off stage
You gotta do something, that’s how it should be
But if he disrespect me, I might stay see (Stacy)
Cuz at least you know (Alicia) if I catch you rolling (Roland) and slip (Slim)
You could get that ass clap, that’s how it would be
Now y’all think I’m just rambling on, but I’m telling y’all how it could go
What, I said, Mike, Stacy, Alicia, Roland, Slim, that’s the Wood hoe
The fuck I’m supposed to be happy you reached out?
I ain’t got no heart nigga
Ask Huggins, I already did pushups on y’all arch nigga
My bars is on hell b, what the fuck is a nigga that’s sorry gon tell me?
Young Gun shooting with them old Rockets, that’s Mario Elie
We lost too many niggas this year, we mad stressed
Money wasn’t even an issue, we done had less
So we make that bag stretch, let Magic trip, we don’t half step
Come to that crib with that 22, 3, 45 Mac 11, AK 47
In other words, we put so many numbers on his house
We gave em a new address
Magic’s a blast, put this faggot in the past
I told my young dog “pack a deck of cards, a wand and a rabbit”
Translation; put Magic in a bag
I see him with his chick smack her on her ass like “Who fuckin this bitch?”
Put ya Doggs in a Pound for Snoopin, Daz/Kurupt in this bitch
So many shots to the stomach, he feelin like he threw up in this bitch
To a Yak nigga, that’s a rush to em it’s like we off Shrooms
Nigga we grew up in this shit!
Smack, tell em I’m from the Yak, down the street from Joe Lewis
I’m that killer masked up behind them lines, I’m Ray Lewis
We can take it back to yo hometown in St. Louis
With heavy shooters, and you still gon die on yo own court
You Reggie Louis
You nobody til somebody kills you, that’s what Biggie taught
Think you can outrun these shells? That’s what Ricky thought
You figured you was a Renegade, when facts is
When you in the DanjaZone you ain’t a killer, that’s what Mickey thought
I’m past real, y’all give these fans that fag feel
Go against my grain you gon need more than an Advil
I blast steel, that thing hit him harder than Adolf Hitler gas bill
So what you gon do? No pun intended
Gun extended if he act nigga, another fake trap nigga
You only known in the Lou because you wack nigga
But man, me? That’s pushups under a Grand Prix
I got Pontiac on my back nigga!
I feel niggas hating, but fuck it I peep it
“BOW!” I bet for a week he leaks like a government secret
And you look like yo pussy stink, fuck it I’m acting rude tonight
I feel like I got something to prove tonight
Smack I ain’t sign no contract, so it ain’t no rules tonight
I’m devoted to this, so if I get that reason to pull that tool tonight
He’ll leave earth when (wind) it fire, that’s how I groove tonight
Yak Town in this bitch!

[Round 3: B Magic]

Ill Will beat Magic? My nigga that’s a knee slapper
Call me Lebron Favre nigga that’s a Heat Packer
Weak rappers ain’t gon never win this way
See Will skill gon have to be Independence Day
Why lay Millz on him? I could leave the Raw smoking
Come to the battle talkin you leave with ya jaw broken
Seeing black drawing from the belt called the Hulk Hogan
Gun butt em, clip a (Clipper) crack head like Lamar Odom
Let’s keep it real, glad these niggas laughing bruh
Act funny then this mill will (Dennis Miller) have you cracking up
That’s real talk, you nothing more than tired
I wish he would, fangs burn him when this four is fired
Listen, just know you picked the right nigga on the wrong day
If I say you lost, yes, give me that, “I know” face
Steel running I slide back to ya home base
You need a bullet? I got what you want like Nicole Wray
House Party, load up and ride in that Four play
For the cream pull that cap back over your plate
Fuck Yak I’m more of Henny mixed with Rozay
The Mitten not big enough for a killer, I’m OJ
A team real nigga all of y’all awkward
Reach in and get the cross over like Jamal Crawford
The kush a swisha sweet shawty, the cigar sparker
Roll up and killer hit the tree like I’m Paul Walker
The king author/Arthur, sitting nice on that round table
Now a G gotta show y’all that he round the beast
He freestyle and make that wack shit sound elite
But I’ll give him the blues if Will down to me
Let’s play pussy, I’m looking for him, Tommy fat nigga
You found him and I just clown him when I palm the Mac Miller
Come at me and get washed I Laundromat niggas
Get a V, 8 will scratch the Pontiac niggas
Nigga fo sho you gonna get beat proper
B Magic buckle a bitch chest like a flee collar
You get degrade Doug Fresh like a beat boxer
With 30 bullets cross ya chest like Rasheed Wallace
Let’s get it poppin, let’s get this shit on the move
If it’s true, if these rapping ass niggas is on the loose
Freddy Krug’ dreams on ya killin em on the tube
Get slayed with this Nicholas sittin up on the roof
I’m a fool, you gon hear that .38 pull
Pull a nigga up out the whip like GTA IV
Mean I’ll give em a signal and he see 8 more
Swing iron and give the nigga from PG A Tour
Do I have to grab a pump and air Will/wheel
Or just pop the trunk, cuz I ain’t trying to spare Will/wheel
This square feel all the heat from the (?) team
Cuz I’m armed with the hot metal like a step team
I told em once, these motherfuckers scared
I’m from the motherfuckin Lou that’s how a motherfucker play it
Beat me? Can you believe what this motherfucka said?
He must’ve slipped, fell and bumped his motherfuckin head
B Motherfuckin Magic

[Round 3: Ill Will]

You was reppin Street Status on ya rookie shit
You still are? Oh okay I was just makin sure cuz OG B YN that’s pussy shit
OGBYN that’s pussy shit? But I don’t really like doing that style
Cuz all of y’all niggas suck dick it’s just a swallowing act
Get it? All y’all nigga suck… see you was just following that
I heard Magic trying to see me
I say you wanna beat Ill you can’t figure out how to beat me
Figure out how to be me
Now I gotta expose Magic on cam
Like Morgan Freeman in Now You See ME
Watch me control the room, ferocious goon
Kill him dead, bury him, open tubes, hold it to him, blow it thru him
If I put this dipshit on my hit list
I could get Magic took out the game
Quicker than Irving Johnson with an open wound
Grab the Smack check, niggas acting like Magic taking back steps
Y’all must’ve thought I was lying when I said the Yak next
I mean, yeah you Magic but, more like Penny Hardaway after Shaq left
I mean what’s good Magic? It’s action packed in my hood Magic
Since this war locked I studied ya craft
Which (Witch) is how I understood Magic
They think I won’t come to his house? Well okay then
I be outside smoking a cig in the AM
Soon as he cracked the door I flipped Magic’s with that CIG in the AM
Hold up that’s magic how I did Magic cuz with Magic that’s CIG in the AM
I’m the one, we cash chasing
Young guns follow him soon as they park
They spraying the windshield like a bum at the gas station
Caught froze, once my arm fold it’ll night ya
Two piece than an uppercut
Got him sounding like Lamar Odom in a cypher
I don’t feel shit for this nigga
Callin me and underdog only gon bring the Pit out this nigga
I will cock back smack the bitch out this nigga
Hit em with a “god damn!”
Followed by a “dog, he just beat the shit out this nigga”
You on ya top 5 shit? Not now bitch
Y’all call him a big dog I say he on his chiwawa shit
I will put Magic in a box look at his moms like, “ha ha bitch”
But if she start crying just to lighten the mood
I’ll split Magic in two like “voila bitch!”
You might of whipped DNA on the card, Will can adapt to that
Some are salty/saulting cuz I’m back flippin on stage like a acrobat
Is you mad nigga? Well I’m glad nigga cuz I can’t stand the bitch
My Jamaican nigga hit me up y’all, mad as shit
He said “Ill, I’m mad you didn’t call me for the Tay Roc battle
But fuck it we good
Long as you bring me Magic back to the Yak
So I can get him drunk in the hood”
He said “give him that Lionz Den,” I said, “Define it then”
Pull that Tech 9 out that Arsonal and ya Lux gon be Goodz
But just make sure you give me a few Dolarz and get my bread right
Cuz once that Clips in the AK, it’s Tay Tay, Roc leaving with his HEAD ICE’d
Yak Town in this bitch!

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2 thoughts on “Ill Will vs. B Magic [Lyrics]

  1. 1st rnd fix
    Its to late to patch him up if I plug will.

    The car that you fuck moms in is a mother ship?

    2nd rnd intro..

    So you the nigga that be talking like some big rasta? No DNA its gets dreadful with this wig rocker. I pull out that Christopher Wallace. that’s a big poppa. My crew see fiction in these marks.that’s sitgmata. Get rich dollaz. That’s chocked if u don’t get it well. U buying that I’ll shit? Magic got the sicker cell.

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