Dick suckin' lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live
You traded your soul for riches
To say that you better than Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
(Lose)
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
(Will)
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Wearin' Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase
"God's son", across the belly
How could Nas be garbage?
Brace yourself for the main event
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
I prove you lost already
Pour my ashes out on these niggas man
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
(Lose)
You love my style, nigga
(Not)
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
Publishers: BROWZ MUSIC, ILL WILL MUSIC
Compared to Beans you wack
So little shorty's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Ay yo, pass me the weed
(Not)
You, what? Fuck Jay-Z
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
(Will)
Teach you the king you know you
I prove you lost already
Songwriters: Nasir Jones, Rondell Turner
Teach you the king you know you
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
Y'all impatiently waitin'
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?
Semi-autos at your cartilage
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
(I)
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big
Fuck with your soul like ether
I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog
(I)
(No doubt)
Teach you the king you know you
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
The king is back, where my crown at?
Teach you the king you know you
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
And kiss the fuckin' ring
I got this, locked since '9-1
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
I prove you lost already
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your buildin'
"God's son", across the belly
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
(Will)
I embrace y'all with napalm
(Will)
(I)
Fuck Jay-Z
"God's son", across the belly
(Ill Will)
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
Fuck with your soul like ether
Fuck Jay-Z"
You been on my dick nigga
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
Started cockin' up my weapon, slowly loadin' up this ammo
(Not)
(Lose)
Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
What's up niggas, ay yo
"God's son", across the belly
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
(I will not lose)
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
I prove you lost already
(I)
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Fuck with your soul like ether
Negro please, you no mustache havin', with whiskers like a rat
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin' his only son that made it
Fuck with your soul like ether
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
With Hawaiian' Sophie fame, kept my name in his music, check it
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
(Not)
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
(Lose)
When these streets keep callin', heard it when I was sleep