| Beanie Sigel vs. Jadakiss You all know how this shit started, but it's really like a battle over the King of Philly. These niggaz has one of the most amazing battles lyrically. So let's get right into it... IT'S MACK BITCH!! The Broad Street Bully is in the fuckin building. Roc-a-fella, Mixtape volume fuckin one. THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK MOTHAFUCKAS. Lenny S, DJ Envy HOLLA AT'CHA BOY. BANG BANG SIGEL STREET GANG, EARLY Fuck the speculation, talk over. Nigga dig this, I'm bout to SunKiss like a soda and make Ja to the mwah, put his lips on this nine and really +Kiss Tha Game Goodbye+ You bout to really make me hurt you kiss. Spittin candy bars, this nigga sweeter than a Hershey kiss Got me heated about to work the fifth Ressin' of that purple shit, the reverend gotta got a get a hearse for Kiss. You broke, talkin bout you rocked yaself out When I see you you gonna really wish you +Knocked Yaself Out+ Want it with Sig? Need the whole Lox to help out It's just me, I don't need the Roc to help out I can tell why Styles say the Ghost and shit, I can tell in ya style he write most of ya shit Ya name's mwah nigga mostly BITCH Got me PISSED, can't put ya dick in the dirt But you pussy, I wanna fuck you while I'm liftin ya skirt We can spit it or gun it out, 4-5th and and M-1 it out Tell me nigga how you wanna route, you still livin in the basement of ya motha house I tried to have a little patience but it's runnin out Probably blame ya mouth. Knock ya brains out, let the doc remind you what a thug is about And I'm talkin to Jada, and any of y'all mu'fuckas who like him and wanna put down paper Tell him to meet me at ANY area, bring his nina I spark him up, starch'em and leave'em stiff like the cleaners Niggaz got hidden agendas, we got gats hittin the injured And pocket in the coupe for the pigeons Let the S-K riffle ya chest give you long mwah goodnight and it ain't no +Life After Death+ A yo peep how I handle this nigga... I'm rockin bells like L, I ain't Canibus nigga Yeah reccess over for you playground niggaz, wouldn't shoot up a ladder, slide down a board fuck ya monkey ass bars when I'm swingin a sword Can't duck when I land shots, get burried in the sandbox sharks in the water can't swim in the pool No snacks after school and my stomach is full, got to bring it to him hard as shit, I kick his ball over the fence to let the nigga know, who yard is this What's funny Jason, really think you grimy to, and everybody liked you better in that shinny suit so no matter where you go, I'mma spot you, Double-R team or body, I'mma pop you My pump make you lift up, tech make you do a three sixty Got gats that the goverment got, mothafucka is you thuggin or not?! Naw fuck it I don't wanna stop, my gun a pop his A-FELLA, tell me who you wanna ROC And I can show you how grimy done - I cuff ya ass, strip ya ass, whip ya ass til' ya mommy come I got the mask, and the techs, and the tommy guns, leave it up to Hov, to X out Tommy Buns We can bet what you owe Puff and double ya debt, double that quadruple the threat Now look at what you made me do, brains blue my team in a marine blue, six coupe skeeted out, heated out, weeded out haze and hydro on way to Y-O In that tinted shit, rented shit extended shit, we cheese cake niggas, my dogs get the spinach dipped In angel dust, come through and tame ya pups this it's a game 'til ya brains get touched Yeah nigga let's crash the crews attitude like Noah gats and tools And I got a hundred niggaz, hundred K's rain on you for a hundred nights, hundred days Fuck a million man march, let a million men spark got a million men with heart, yeah nigga fuck the peace mothafucka can't duck the beast what made this stupid ass nigga wanna fuck wit Sig?! Come on dog just another verse, I know that...[fades out] You know Jada had to come back hard for this nigga... GET AT ME BABY, SIGEL, CAN'T FUCK WIT'CHA MAN THOUGH. WE GET IT ON, WE DON'T GIVE NO HUGS OVER HERE. WE GOT KNIFE WORK, GUN WORK, ALL KINDA WORK. FAT GREASY NIGGA. SEE ME WHEN YOU SEE ME... Yo when I met you you was on my dick Jigga gave you his old Bentley's, now you on some shit I don't know where they found you son But since ya POPS ain't around I'm gone punish you and ground you son And niggaz can't stand you Sigel, ya flow is mine is anyway so don't bite the hand that feed you Them niggaz that gassed you is ass to, trust me Them niggaz don't wanna shoot 5 dog, they rusty Believe it or not, the ghetto is mine, and when I see you I'm gone put your cornrolls on the yellow lines I got niggas in Philly that been where you live Fuck Scarface my bullets hit women and kids Worst mistake was tryin for me, and you can bring the baby gorilla with you, he dyin for free Now I'm stuntin on a disco beat, and you's a fag, ya next rhyme should be on Sisqo beat And I hate BEANS but fuck it, Kiss gone eat It's me and you, fuck the labels, let's go street, and ya rap fans need me I don't know why this nigga talkin all greasy, when MACKS jam easy Fuck what you thinkin nigga, fat stinkin nigga What bitch wanna lay wit'chu? Fuck nigga I can get you merked in a day or two No casket only thing left was a braid or two You forgot, reason that you signed to the ROC Cause you listen and you watch, and listen to The LOX All it take is a gun and a bomb You got me on tape, Hard Knock Tour, huggin ya mom Mos def, I have nigga bury ya carcas For a Kool G and I'm not from Rawkus, dog you still gotta convince me And don't be a coward, and try to turn Philly against me And I ain't makin' no more songs neither so when I shoot em' in his face I don't wanna hear that I'm wrong neither. Hold that, suck my dick, faggot None of yall niggaz can't fuck with Kiss It's the J to the Izzay, D to the Izzay yall niggaz is pussy yall don't want no gun plizzay Sigel's not real to me therefore he doesn't exist, so poof - vamoose sun of a Kiss Now you tell me who won? |
