Yo, it's what y'all been waitin' for
Lil ILL verse Miles702 this is a homi'
I'm the one that taught this kid how to drop his shit
Made him get on the potty
Y'all done finally put the Karate Kid against Mr. Miyagi
But since y'all think miles worth it
I'ma be a plastic surgeon, ‘cause I'm fixin' a body
Dude, you only rep the trash
'Til the death of you when it's beneficial
This Dude want to be very crack 'til I leave him very crippled
Them real locs run up on him
You see a flag get dropped without a ref and whistle
So don't say that rainbow color's not in your veins
And your faggot shit is dead official
‘Cause we all say you like Beyoncé
We believe that dick was in you
Dude, you don't get the pistol
Or be dumpin' out the strap, you just runnin' out your trap
How is your name miles
And you still ain't pullin' nothin' out the jag?
Dude, I'm comin' with the gat at the spur of the moment
That nose is longer, I'll put that Ginobili on ya
I took the heat out, like Tony Parker
And a Quill killed yo' ass like Total Slaughter
It ain't no secret, faggot, you know I'm harder
My style's way better
Your style's too plain in the building like the Trade Center
Everybody can get these TEC's; it's like a chain letter
You gon' see one arm pop; Swave Sevah
For the smallest problems, let hollows from the K stretch ya
You can get hit by a tip over somethin' tiny like Mayweather
That's not a punchline, that's real facts
Oh, what, you thought that I didn't know?
Infrareds on top of hammers, beams with the scope
You gonna see a bunch of ratchets
And rednecks on Jerry, like The Springer Show
Twin guns, I fill drums, and you lift them both
I'm the type to raise up
Two black 4's to Dudes, like Different Strokes
Dudes, I will hit your folks when I'm sprayin'
Your whole family gettin' the clip like the Wayans
I'll even go to black church, with a pastor, ratchet
The deacon be singin', "Let Us Pray"
Bow your heads, and we Amen
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, pass the ratchet, the D can be singin'
Let us spray, we'll bow your heads when we aimin'
What?! What?! Dude, I ain't playin'
What you gonna do when that gat bursts slugs?
Until you see that ratchet show like Bad Girls Club
Dude, you gonna run to the crib, you ain't even sort of hard
Talkin' that jazz, I'll bring the shell
To where you live like 40 Barrs
The reason you only makin' racket
Over the net like a tennis ball, is because my style is somethin' that Black jack without a deck of cards
I mean, Dude, you stole my setups
Down to the way I say every bar
That's why nobody will ever know who the hell you are
How does it feel to steal everything like Aladdin
And it still didn't get you far?
So learn how to be your own fuckin' man, and man up, Dude
I bet you won't swear to it and put your right hand up, uDe
That's how we know watchin' Seinfeld
The only time we'll see Jerry be a stand-up Dude
Faggot, I showed you how to do a battle
With straight punches through
Pay attention, I'm just teachin' June; that's summer school
But he gon' act like he been rappin' like that
And nothin' was the same
Little shorty, stop, you like 40 Glocc
You ain't bring no punches to the game, Dude. HANH?!
P.S. Fuck Raw slow it down no pause I'll fuck Raw when I fuck Raw.
Lil ILL verse Miles702 this is a homi'
I'm the one that taught this kid how to drop his shit
Made him get on the potty
Y'all done finally put the Karate Kid against Mr. Miyagi
But since y'all think miles worth it
I'ma be a plastic surgeon, ‘cause I'm fixin' a body
Dude, you only rep the trash
'Til the death of you when it's beneficial
This Dude want to be very crack 'til I leave him very crippled
Them real locs run up on him
You see a flag get dropped without a ref and whistle
So don't say that rainbow color's not in your veins
And your faggot shit is dead official
‘Cause we all say you like Beyoncé
We believe that dick was in you
Dude, you don't get the pistol
Or be dumpin' out the strap, you just runnin' out your trap
How is your name miles
And you still ain't pullin' nothin' out the jag?
Dude, I'm comin' with the gat at the spur of the moment
That nose is longer, I'll put that Ginobili on ya
I took the heat out, like Tony Parker
And a Quill killed yo' ass like Total Slaughter
It ain't no secret, faggot, you know I'm harder
My style's way better
Your style's too plain in the building like the Trade Center
Everybody can get these TEC's; it's like a chain letter
You gon' see one arm pop; Swave Sevah
For the smallest problems, let hollows from the K stretch ya
You can get hit by a tip over somethin' tiny like Mayweather
That's not a punchline, that's real facts
Oh, what, you thought that I didn't know?
Infrareds on top of hammers, beams with the scope
You gonna see a bunch of ratchets
And rednecks on Jerry, like The Springer Show
Twin guns, I fill drums, and you lift them both
I'm the type to raise up
Two black 4's to Dudes, like Different Strokes
Dudes, I will hit your folks when I'm sprayin'
Your whole family gettin' the clip like the Wayans
I'll even go to black church, with a pastor, ratchet
The deacon be singin', "Let Us Pray"
Bow your heads, and we Amen
Slow it down! I just dissed you!
I said, pass the ratchet, the D can be singin'
Let us spray, we'll bow your heads when we aimin'
What?! What?! Dude, I ain't playin'
What you gonna do when that gat bursts slugs?
Until you see that ratchet show like Bad Girls Club
Dude, you gonna run to the crib, you ain't even sort of hard
Talkin' that jazz, I'll bring the shell
To where you live like 40 Barrs
The reason you only makin' racket
Over the net like a tennis ball, is because my style is somethin' that Black jack without a deck of cards
I mean, Dude, you stole my setups
Down to the way I say every bar
That's why nobody will ever know who the hell you are
How does it feel to steal everything like Aladdin
And it still didn't get you far?
So learn how to be your own fuckin' man, and man up, Dude
I bet you won't swear to it and put your right hand up, uDe
That's how we know watchin' Seinfeld
The only time we'll see Jerry be a stand-up Dude
Faggot, I showed you how to do a battle
With straight punches through
Pay attention, I'm just teachin' June; that's summer school
But he gon' act like he been rappin' like that
And nothin' was the same
Little shorty, stop, you like 40 Glocc
You ain't bring no punches to the game, Dude. HANH?!
P.S. Fuck Raw slow it down no pause I'll fuck Raw when I fuck Raw.
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