Murda Mook vs. Loaded Lux Rematch [Lyrics] (Total Slaughter)

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

Mook is you ready? Mook is you ready baby? Total Slaughter y’all ready?!
King of Harlem motherfuckers, I don’t entertain opinions
There’ll be no more victory saving victims
Wish him well judges and all the paid admission
That came to aid the missin’
I don’t lose to these lost niggas attempting
Only thing you gon’ take is attendance
You just an intermission, I’m on a mission, it makes a difference
It was written 2010
That “Watch me Work” video I gave you the premonition
But this what sippin’ get you or get to
Forgot you was scheduled for demolition
Addiction is no good for niggas when in the trenches
How you wake up an intervention laying in intensive?
Current position I’m beating you on the numbers
Math did it, now Eminem is, he in addition
He gave you a word problem you can’t solve
How your mind is (minus) going to multiply with
This ad/add out for your division, get the vision?
But this ain’t the first time you gettin your head split in collisions
Damn homie… on them Smack DVDs you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to Mook? Y’all saw him in there with Iron
Your opponent was white and the punches was hardly striking
The other thing enticing
It felt like I was watching a last performance from Iron
Mike in the ring, or Mook, good to retire
Your story book-ending look better at the pilot
Flying higher in the sun-lit sky, I thought you warmed up nigga
This new you couldn’t beat a phonebook in a dryer
Yup, yup, I got a new haircut and I’m acting up
Ehhh but look at you though, now look at Lux
Yeah, and all my niggas look rich as fuck
I’m 2 Chainzzz, you could hold the antics, show theatrics
Danger I detect no trench coat with the badges
I had to protect my neck
Let the confused inspect the deck looking for gadgets
I’m jacked in, I’m jacked in nigga
I’m like a old soul fashioned from back when
I brought 80 babies for money making, Manhattan, what happened?
Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin
You thinking cat missed the whole hat trick
Disappeared youngin’ in his wonder years, money, bunny ears
Pull out on you, it’s fucking magic, like Coco, you never had it
This just might fuck a friendship up to put something up in the cabinets
Oh, we, we just rapping Lux, they want another classic
Bullshit nigga, they want another casket
I see you like to play games but you ain’t never seen it this graphic
I’m action, get down with a gravedigger
Our beef went as far back as when BET taped Tigger in that same picture
No niggas, took a whole coat off you, not a drop of paint thinner
Ain’t this a… not even a bitch should hang with ya
Why incomplete men compete? No order but wanna eat?
I rather rap like a preacher then act like a priest
What’s with the ass grabbing? You boys lost me, you missed a cheek
(Mr. Cheek)
Wasn’t Phara a Dot? Now it ain’t no chick in the flee
But you could leave it to a woman to know how these niggas sleep
Was your Westside man slipping you Dayquil?
Let me find out, he was one of them 20 niggas in the showers
Waiting to J males/Jae Millz
No credit office, you’ll take a deal though (dildo) to pay a bill
You admit it you did it for the money
You a prophet puppet, you got corrupted and ya stock deducting
You dry humped through your career, you know who not to fuck with
Y’all all drunken in public, the other niggas is duckin’
They all getting socked and snuffed in they run ins
How your functions function proper
Your props are more punches than Broadway Rocky numbers
I don’t knock you nuccas but god damn it
They think they thought lollipops was suckers
Don’t know why the fuck they stuck by ya
The Ruff Ryder in the lane with a truck tire
I drove all the way from Jersey with this Arsonal, I got out of K-Camp
It’s nothing to uppercut a bitch off
I bust drivers nigga, right in they mouth, “you going to jail now!”
Or the dirt, delivery like a hearse
You gon get it the worse my nigga, but not the first
Mase ain’t the only Murda that ended up in a church
He a whore! What this nigga know about war?
That’s just some shit he had on yesterday or the day before
You’ll be another dead homie
Hey, the crip keeper said he blew/blue it cuz he never read/red up on me
Tonight you niggas with rhymes learn
Wise words for any who got nerve
Don’t be another Murda Mook here on this live serve
I will ball upside yo head til your side-burns nigga
Whip ‘em all over the street like wide turns this where the tide turn sharp
I’m parked at the jaw stop back hard as an Aardvark, onslaught
Man to man this nigga’s a dog walk
On second thought, you the opposite actually, forgive me, you pussy
That’s Chinese fortune
Gon’ be cookie everywhere when this cat meet/meat with me
My wrath dark, bad start thinking he mad smart
My shot right, I got a super marketing plan, his path marked (Pathmark)
Mook, you couldn’t shine my war boots
My son need food for his mind, I’m who he talk to
“They got me feeling like the man when I walk through”
We can’t just listen to any one of y’all get a floor too
But when we need a nigga to mop, we’ll call Mook
I will battle anyone on this call with the hand of Jesus
Tell that nigga don’t he ever throw rocks at the sun/son
He can’t reach it…. work nigga



[Round 1: Murda Mook]

Against Calicoe we was loving it
But now though, I think I speak for me and a whole list of others
When I tell you we done got sick and tired of your mumbling
We in a situation perpetuated and delegated by the mothership
And all this other shit, Nigga, shut your lips
You think we fucking with that righteous bullshit?
When niggas’ mothers was out here struggling?
And y’all let him diss niggas for hustling?
I tell you what the same day niggas like us’ll stop selling illegal substances
Will be the same day Magic Johnson can get on TV
And tell Donald Sterling to suck his dick
But now for these bars that I’m tuckin in, weight/wait, you be a bench
See Lux we dead animals but we eclipse the battle rap Peta-list
But cat, peep the twist, I hope you gave your son/sun kiss
Cuz I’m ‘bout to show you I’m done with, trying to come to grips
With bottling up all this two liter/leader shit
So the/soda fans wanted the old Murda
The durag lace sagged the cap, straight old Murda
Well y’all naked eyes gon have to bare witness to this old Murda?
Ay, mask on, glove, I ain’t leaving no trace
I’m ‘bout to bring y’all champ pain/champagne & it’s gon be a cold case
May I propose a toast, “hey congrats” and clap
I put tubes in this dickhead like a catheter, I propel him to a massacre
Long chopper, this bitch hold thirty-two passengers
All this fake teaching you preaching, niggas done had enough
Cuz you a false prophet, money, you don’t be adding up
For example, he crafted up
He used to “battle on the roof and the loser had to jump”
That was cute but in real life
I had to battle for the stoop and the losers had the pump
See we slave for this white, boy, that cotton out here in the field Lux
You know how that feel Lux?
Baby mom’s is a nuisance and you up to your neck in bills Lux?
I know for a fact you know cats
Who sold crack and got trapped through the court system
I wonder if you tell some of your friends they lost niggas
But speaking of lost niggas and court systems, Lord forgive him
But his right hand man Sam, damn, that was a travesty
I heard the D.A. jogged his memory so fast he was losing calories
They had him sketching pictures of niggas like he was in an art gallery
Shit, I heard when [Sam sung] he indicted the whole [galaxy]
But don’t be mad at me, check it, I ain’t clockin’ his track record
I’m just baton waiting, I’m relaying what’s coming back to me
Actually, since this his show, I wanna borrow something from Eminem
Roll camera, me and this Lux theme was imminent
Cut scene if it is too obscene to vision
Not personal, all these productions is dividends
I just came to snatch the purse off a senior citizen
Not a senior citizen but a scene ya sit us in
See we Olympians, so like the high-jump
Putting your back on the floor is the goal
So when that heat point, back up cuz my demeanor is cold
When that heat point back up, cause my demeanor is c…
Oh wait a god damn minute, the Heat Point, back up
Sounds like to me; Norris Cole
Ay, I bring him Oklahoma thunder, he talking, we tear his block up
Soon as he chant Durant, he gonna hear the semi “Baka”
Jack-son for his big face, ain’t talking twenty dollars
He getting cooked right in front of y’all, welcome to Benihana’s
I said now let me be chiro-practical
And take a crack back at Cal, I’m just asking “how?”
Wow, me & my pals laughed at Lux choke so loud it was hard to breathe
I felt like Moses cuz that was me & my whole staff favorite part to see (Sea)
Pardon me for being type hurt
When I did the site search you questioning my worth
If you wanna fight first then let’s get it
Knife work, get ripped like a tight shirt when you stretched in it
Pipe burst, nigga you light work like electricians
Take your hands off your hip nigga, listen
Ay, what happened to the Lionz Den?
Kid Capri said you still have to pay him, every week it was more delayin’
“You either pay me or I walk away,” that was his ultimatum
You told him “well walk away then” but Kid ain’t even fault to blame him
He knew since you was on the cam a lot/Camelot
You’d be dragging your feet, so he knew that of course you’d slay him
Though you had the battles in bulk, like the Incredible Hulk
Y’all had the mean run
But it was Kid who gave you juice sweetie, you was Capri son
When he rapping why do you pile up your syllables?
And try to distort nigga’s mental views
Hype again and hyphen and hyphen and hyphen not
I’m not dissing you, it’s just a fact, when you rap like that it’s not visual
You take a phrase real simple and then you make it real difficult
It’s a difference between lyrical than just rhyming a bunch of words Niggas really ain’t trying to listen to
And you think you tricked them dudes?
But niggas been knew what you was been getting to
So you fucking up my Christmas too cuz the surprise is petty
Look at it like this: what good is having a gift rappin
If the recipients know what’s inside already?
See, it was you who dissed us for selling drugs and toting glocks
It’s safe to say you David Blaine, you put yourself in a box
Cuz now if he try to rap hard saying “well they only bars”
It’s still against what he believe in
He’ll be depicted as a fraud, so what’s your card?

[Round 2: Loaded Lux]

Mook, that verse was shaky
It’s looking like the fortune tellers accounts ain’t addin up where it count
How niggas tell you your career gon’ be on fire when one day
And leave out the part where you standing in front of the dragon mouth?
I’ll drag you out them schemes and things you been acting out
Attack me how? Personally you’re lyrically traffic along the route
But this where your delivery start lookin like carry out
Puff had you out to dinner after that bout
That shit had my BOY thinking he BAD
And that’s exactly what got me in DADDY’S house
I go straight to work on graveyard shifts
You on a reality show when in all reality
You nothing like what’s based in the script
Again, our last battle, right? Did you bring them two chicks?
That wouldn’t make you the shit
I mean you had 50 level raps, but a nigga facing the MAC, all make-up shit
What about a good amount of 60?
You the same dumbfounded look when doubting senseless
Navigation system rerouting, nigga, you turn your head on these verses
You gon’ get a hook around it, I got news/noose for ya
You can’t hang with a nigga this grounded
You brushed up to get your paint scuffed
I studied your make up just to see how you’d look like without it
Get surrounded, you been fraud
You couldn’t cut it with The Rock and post up in a gym/gem star
They always against y’all, I clinch draw
Right where your company face when shit end raw/wrong
Blood on the leaves, what you believe?
A nigga get a battle with Lux and forget to breathe
They gon’ honor his carnage, I promise, the cameras catching your karma
My maker the Father, God the creator and author
Made me nice joy, Mook
I could be painter or terminator, you’re turning white, boy
Watch John Ancrom get John Connor’d
I’m nicer than your mother mother with this grammar/grandma
Nigga, I beat you like big momma
That drama had you hip hopping, it’s nothing like the genre
They’ll be rushing you through trauma trying to cut through the pajamas
The Doc trying to clog the blood clot, plug him like a Charger
Red squeezing tighter than the muffle shirt from Under Armor
“You can make it, Murda” I do that you gon’ be a fucking martyr
I don’t cut minor, you a vagina, bleeding
They trying to hold his jeans in with the big stitches and wrap niggas
I figure they’d love you in designer
You a liar in her with the truth treasurer, these embezzler
This the shit I don’t like, Chief
I told ya editor, Em for advancement you’re no Chris Hansen
Why would you put that girl in the house? You’ll never catch a predator
I remember ya, you was young, you was hot
I remember that battle, my nigga, everything you were saying
And how it sound ten times hot cuz you going against the greatest
But, Mook, I do know I’m the greatest, you believed in the hype
That’s why I waited ‘til your shot started fading
Then you compared you to Mike
Example: it’s no wonder you’ll never be like when you was younger
I got a Broadway to play on that
Neither you nor Mike
Was quite the Wizard trying to come back with this old number
“Lux what’s your take? Mook came to get paid in full”
And I got a bar for every bump on your face nigga
The taste on the show outtakes funny
The producers said you could’ve passed for the outbreak monkey
It’s Houdini, who could see me? The nigga brought rhymes for the champ
You up here lookin like Boondini, who could see me?!
Aye Mook I thought it was “easy” nigga, how bout now?
I don’t get paid to freestyle, that’s confusion
Where I’m from if you go off the top, that’s cuz you losing
Or a lost nigga, I should leave Mook assuming
We could’ve took the battle on the roof, you right nigga
But you’d probably jump to conclusions
Ya steppin here losing
Are you backwards or upside down? I could pick neither one
If it’s both you blockheads from 1-1-6 gon need 9-1-1
Ya mind young/dumb, you doing it for the Vine
These niggas get clipped every second here doing it for the Vine
Rex and Shine skip to the Lou, where was Rayfur?
Huh? Where was Rayfur?
I said Rex and Shine skip to the Lou, where was Rayfur?
For this paper you standing around lookin
Shiiit, I wouldn’t wait for banana pudding
Nigga this that Charlie Clips grandmama cookin
I take the bass, you take the bait, you a fish
This battle here should’ve been on the food channel
I brought a whole network here for this dish
Expert with the hit, I’ll give it to you anywhere
You out your hemisphere to think me and him is fair
I’m a beast Mook, real shit, I don’t care how they shuffle the card nigga
Taking out a Joker ain’t nothing to deal with
Where ya scales went? Where that Mook (?) had in Michigan?
Nigga you ain’t clocked in since ya watch went to Switzerland
You a waste of my motherfuckin time nigga
And ya cutting into ya mother’s fuckin time, nigga
[Round 2: Murda Mook]

Some guy just said Lux was an umpire, I said well fuck you talking bout?
He said nigga that mean he called you out
Well immediately my hands shaked
I started spilling drinks, dropping the damn plates
Now I know what y’all think, y’all think “shit, Murda scared straight”
But fuck no, I’m a bus boy nigga, that mean I can’t wait
I put this legend on the map to help y’all understand his landscape
You damn straight, I put y’all bitches on Smack, I’m (?)
You went from low to medium, high even got Buddens on ya fanbase
Now you gotta die and it’s like getting tricked by a tranny Lux
It’s a man date/Mandate
I can’t take smart remarks, I let you know that from start
You could die from the slightest murmur cuz we hold that to heart
But let me show you, that Dessie blow it turn ya chest all Reggie Noble
Vests on you, let it hold you, let it go, I bet it fold you
Whoever told you my last 5 W’s won’t contend
Done fucked up the what, why and where
Cuz you ain’t leaving here with a win/when
How we playing? Cuz I Ether-net
Each time I rhyme, online I’m Nas to fans
And if you scream you wanna block my stream well I’ll be damned
But damn, it almost escaped my sights
Word around Harlem he joined the nation of Radical Israelites
And you study under brother polite
And you supposed to promote the struggle, the fight
But something ain’t right, like… in your raps
You be pumping all this black power shit
But then every other word is “nigga” comin out your lips
Now how is this? Common sense that’s preposterous
You are more hippo/hypo-critical than a dying Hippopotamus
So your logic is you gon side against everything you believe in
You on your knees sucking dick trying to follow niggas who’s leading
What you told Hollow was slick, but here’s the message I’m leaving
A nigga that’s crawling can’t never criticize a nigga that’s leaning
You fake ass 5 percenter, go find them niggas and ride the bench
Cuz right now I’m feelin real cozy with the other 95 percent
If y’all ever had a conversation with this guy
He remind you of them fake enlightened niggas that be trying to vent like
“As a black brother we can’t follow the white man’s motto
No we cannot wallow in our sorrows
We must cut through it like Zorro
We must hold our heads high for we come from the essence of the Apollo
You look at him like, huh? He lean over like
“What I’m really trying to say is you got 5 dollars I could borrow?”
And I see joining that nations effected the way you write
Cuz as of lately a lot of ya bars is real light
See we both got panthers, but the difference is mines ain’t bringing no glocks it’s heavy artillery wing chesters with the bolt locks
No props, I’m talking with this 40/40 scope ock
I could hit you through your project window from a boat dock
You see the fans, they know you as Loaded, but I know Pop
And Pop ain’t care about lost niggas, but now the irony is crazy
Cuz ever since you turned Loaded, you worried about everybody safety
Around 8 days ago his story came back
He had some fire in the works
So for US to remain independent was my declaration
Let me school em, now you ain’t even an Associate
Don’t you see P and HD there’s more than a couple degrees of separation
And y’all don’t even notice it, so let me put it in black and white
So y’all can listen to my definition of segregation
If I’m in a brother-hood a dark alley’s what I’m placed in
I’m patient, I’m trying to skin heads
But if they got quick legs, I’m airing they shins (nations) no racists/races
It’s basic, keep that thing on tuck
He thought it was a Ku when a nigga threw that K on Lux
And if ya Klan behind you well they all get white sheets then
This Dot the king/Doctor King so I gotta give you this piece/peace then
You buck, I buck back, ain’t it odd we even
I’ma trade so much, I’ma get charged for treason
See men I came to murder everything breathin
Everybody got to leave
I leave a hole the size of a fucking bagel in Papi’s/Poppy’s seed
Don’t let ya eyes deceive cuz all of those sketchy looks
Gon get this Hawk stuck in ya head, it got a catchy hook
Aye Papi be very shook when you press him with the weapons
He be like “Hey Beloved, what’d I do?
Can we talk about this for a second?
Wait, let me get together, let me get it together”
Alright, can I at least apologize for my discretions?
God damnit somebody out here give me some direction
Why it seem like every time a nigga life is in jeopardy
They answer become a question?
Well since we playing that game Alex
Give me “not a man of his word” for 100,000
Wowzers, look I’m about to get some daily bonus bucks
This person ain’t verbally agree to the contract after they wrote it up
He does the Total Slaughter show, everything gets broken up
Come back crying, he needs more money or he gon hold it up
A backstabbin… no need to finish that Alex, “who is Loaded Lux?”

[Round 3: Loaded Lux]

Mook I see leading up to this moment you been waiting
To strengthen your motivation
And that’s cool… maybe cuz your punk ass congregation
Been faking in conversations, but, but they thinkin
You see any food for thought you contem-plate,
I know they got stake/steak in
But tell your source/sauce I’m A1 graded, we cater
At the table you had a bet up in a setup
You know I’m go there I’ma get this cheese a-and I’m good
But you bout to get shredded
Trying to go through someone greater/grater nigga
He’ll get that later
But waiter, he don’t know the order of language is ancient
Nigga I’m like Michelangelo casing the ceiling of the Sisteen Chapels
Battles are paintings, nigga you another hanging
In my art museum and I’m pulling this coordination
Naw, Mook lost in translation
How a nigga that nice can sound disrespectful when he’s explaining?
But the thing is, Mook I could care less how you take it
Nigga this is breaking news, but fuck it, face it
It’ll make you famous nigga I’m dangerouns
This new Lux versus Mook is that gangsta flick that’s your favorite
You know the one Bus, with the ending the good guy never get away in
Y’all seen it before, I don’t know why ya homies was praying
Aww man this nigga Ricky running through the alley, Carlito for the train
Aye them niggas got hope for you, but they know you ain’t gon make it nigga
You know Mook I take it that
Stringing you along is what got moms kid on the ropes
Em gave you the world, then let Mars enter the scope
I’m god given, when Lux into art wisdom is woke
Bars filler with jokes, you hard liquor with dope
With the starshipping approach
Nigga you not ready, I do what my arch nemesis won’t
Aye! For those of you partaking in votes that he’ll whoop me
I’m no kill joy, it’s all whoopee/Whoopi
That’s why y’all dread he’ll be talking with Ghosts nigga
It was close they boast Mook, shiieeet,
Ayo both of us writers, but you on Twitter
Notes I’ve written and wrote
Was condolences in a card sent to ya folks… And I quote,
“We apologize for my guys mama they gon give back his coat”
I know it’s summer time, but we ain’t ever seen John’s in the cold
You’ve been chose for a leadership role, that’s for show
But even in real life, you ain’t even in control
The Dot’s all over the place, how you guys in conjunction?
Rex just battled Daylyt
You bumpin heads with niggas you bump ya gums with
These niggas up out circumference find someone to find (?) to something
Get this shit adjusted coach, the game on the line
A timeout would do you justice Mook
See you need a meet/meat to chop it up
Not about the battle but props coming with Lux
Real life issues y’all got a lot to discuss
I believe the chalkboard should read
Like Farnsworth Bentley in the same outfit as Puff
This is not a good look for us
Opening scene, you walk in drop the projector screen
As they go to project to correct everything they done seen
Mook this is the first real rap you put together without a scheme
COME ON! This shit supposed to be EASY!
We are men, not attention whores!
Aye man I don’t care, win lose or draw
Daylyt you should never be on stage in ya draws
DOG! This is not a good look for us
Rex you gotta stop rapping like ya arm pushing up on niggas
That’s like a real T-Rex with them arms doing pushups on niggas
Then Rex fires back “m-m-m-m-man l-l-l-look Mook”
In all things being fiction man
Solomon ain’t know what bigfoots dick smelt like
But in your personal E-cigarette commercial
The whole world saw you knew what bigfoots foot smelt like
This is not a good look for us, but it’s a good look for Lux
I’m punching through these verse but hooking you along
Mook you didn’t catch you missed it even with the repetition
All I’m really trying to do is show Mook how to make a song
Maybe then Ruff Ryders would’ve kept you as an artist
How you starving but they feeding you to the market?
The Best Buy what I got in store in this department
It ain’t the first time I seen a circle with a Dot in it, that’s a Target
Get departed, you fire hydrant
Try with that tenacity you was at Cassidy neck with
You was going at his career
We was like “Yeah Mook! Make him respect it!”
Then I’ll never forget this, I remember the day of that Yung Hot battle
You beating ya chest/chess but playing checkers
Cassidy pulled you to the side, the conversation was threatening
The next thing I know you two was doing a record
Message: how ya fake fight? You’re wrestling
Keeping it real or selling ya soul for what success is
I thought he was hooked, both of y’all was on it
But he connected on ya dumb ass
We thought to expect the unexpected
Mook I’m a legend and they loving that, you weak
Nigga I bring shovels to the shoving match, that’s deep
I don’t know y’all but hold up did Lux really choke on stage?
But we all saw Mook get choked on stage
You’s a coward, battle rap used to be ours
I done towered, it’s no ifs and buts, Angie Martinez nigga
It’s a difference from being HOT and having POWER
The Matrix will test yo patience for code crackin
I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus
Don’t you ever throw rocks at the son/sun
You can’t reach it nigga…

[Round 3: Murda Mook]

This my coat? And niggas robbed me? So if niggas robbed me… stop lying
Y’all niggas stole it off the ground when I put it down to get it poppin
But since y’all got it here, for the last 10 years
I been meaning to get some house keys out my pocket
Aye let me give em some real talk now
First you impersonate a preacher
Then a black panther slash part time Israelite
And now you come dressed up as LL Fool J tonight, right
See while he sent us on a goose chase trying to develop a large picture
The evidence is right here in our face, you really the lost nigga
See I figure when you configure these figures i.e. Huey P
It ain’t for entertainment it’s cuz ya image tainted
And when you stare in the mirror you don’t like who you see
So you use these to hide what’s inside
See this guy diss guys by wearing a disguise
His gimmick is to mimic intended to misguide us
From what’s really the business, that ya image is just lies
So I’m saying I came to rain on ya plane I can’t let that shit fly
I don’t get it, how a nigga always pretending to be somebody else
Gon have the nerve to tell another nigga he gotta be himself?
Y’all don’t remember, “Baby you a star! They love you the way you are!”
But that’s perplexing cuz we don’t even know who the fuck you are
I wonder who ya son think you are, it most certainly not you
When y’all go to the hospital do you play John Q?
Are you the Doctor give the shot when ya son got the flu?
When you take him to school are you his bus driver too?
I mean what guy are you?
One minute you righteous, next minute he schizophrenic
He gon render me lifeless
Sounds like you going through an identity crisis
How you throw shade on Daylyt bout using gimmicks
With all these gimmicks that you got?
I remember it wasn’t about the signs, the vines, the pickets and the props
It was bout ya lines, ya rhymes, and if the shit you spit was hot
All of this dressing up like different people
That ain’t for niggas from the block
The only time we in disguise is when we finna get the drop
If ya house made of glass you shouldn’t throw stones slime
He judging others but he living with faults the whole time
Well my house paid off, I don’t owe near no dime
Which means I don’t rent my floors nigga, I own mine
But let’s take your laundry and throw it on the clothesline
I heard ya baby mom just came home from doing a lil time
You wasn’t selling no CD’s so yo ass had to play the pine
While Suge out there busting checks to put food on ya plate to dine
She didn’t just wear the pants for her, she wore the pants for two
Faggot, that mean she was more of a man than you
You run around filming battles with a camera crew
She in the bank trying to stay out of the camera view
Now I know why you address niggas as lying/LION when y’all meet
Cuz you the main nigga sending ya QUEEN to the JUNGLE
To bring back food for y’all to eat
Oh that don’t hurt your PRIDE KING?
You couldn’t send Suge no commercery or a scribe king?
You gotta be fucking kidding me
Well if Papi so accustomed to switching identities
I won’t be wrong when I turn John L. Lux into John F. Kennedy
You think you running thru John Wall you must know some sort Wizardry
My team foul, hit em 6 times, that’ll put us in a penalty
With Cal you made a movie, Hollow played a part 2
It’s only right you deal with Murda now, I’m wrappin up the trilogy
Papi be talking fly, oh, Papi be talking reckless
Papi must be high, no, Papi must got a death wish
If Papi on the sunny side, Papi gon get his egg split
Stomach shot gon let us know what Papi had for breakfast
Oh Lux you must be a Gemini cuz you look at niggas with a friendly eye
But in the back of ya mind you wish he’d die
See this is why niggas can’t trust you
Because he make sneak diss records bout rappers he claim he look up to
But he never released it, he thought he kept it a secret
Look at his face, you see this? Jesus!
Why’s your expression foul?
I’m feeling like, you feeling like, what I just said was down
Low like yo like that was wild
But we ain’t gon hold this up cuz aww nigga you know what’s up
We kept the file
Can I address the crowd? Exhibit A…

LOOK AT ME KING!
Look now I’m not mad at the fact that you dissed Busta and Meek
I’m mad at the fact that you wasn’t G and tried to keep it discreet
What you ain’t think it would leak?
You was on dust when you was taping it?
“Well Mook you wrong for putting up the song!”
Shit he was wrong for making it

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