Jenny's Still In Love

[Round 1: Big T] Big Terrance! Last time they gave you T-Top Well this time you get the top T That was an off T-Top T could've offed T-Top freestylin' off the top T We've seen him tank Top, but it's about to get as nasty as you takin' off your top tee You think this the gate to getting your V-necks? You better get you a Lacoste tee They call T, "Hitman ain't battle him...what will it cost, T?" "Beasley, before I rap, make me a correct offer, sir (officer)." That's the Rick Ross fee They talk about putting T in the grass You better be workin' on a golf swing Before they see T in a mask in Jersey Clip sticks out like I'm practicin' for a lacrosse team We all scheme...then I ride through New York Bang bang bang bang! 'Bout to blow New Jersey up! Nah, I'm direct...I'd rather go to Suge's project steps Start a fire on they block 'Til the kickback get out of hand like Project X The shit that I don't get? How you the nigga from Jersey reppin'? But you the same nigga that disrespected a dead legend Midwesters used to rock with you; Led Zeppelin Now you get a taste of your own medicine; Excedrin Left Surf and Ars' to represent and you never went It was hella Crips in the whips, Mexicans TEC's (texts) up in the blue bubble like iMessages To make sure my man is (manners) good, we got nice etiquette They would've respected it But they almost went to jail for some shit these niggas sayin' That's the shit from real niggas and bitches, it's these situations Every time we see him its purple rags, "These niggas Graping'" But you should have a Confederate flag Since you like to leave niggas hangin' I'm sayin'...just to show you that a nigga nice I ain't seen Suge leave niggas hangin' like this since Vanilla Ice That was light but I'ma add some creativeness in Suge thanks for the win...damn you leavin' a nigga hangin' again! What's happenin' with Kannon and Ms. Gracie? Why'd it hurt your self-esteem? They gave Hitman Holla $15,000, they gave you 15....hundred And we wondered if somethin' intervened Kannon paid him to be his bitch like Love Don't Cost a Thing The theme, he be tough extra against Saga and Collector But why you never pocket check Math or touch Sevah? You still a Baby Loc...cause in the streets you ain't did nothing ever Like what type of Shotgun Suge'll (sugar) raise? Blood pressure None ever, you wasn't a nigga with the MAC You wasn't a nigga when there was drama they sent to get the strap They don't call you "Shotgun" cause the Mossberg was sittin' in your lap They call you "Shotgun" cause you was too big to fit up in the back That's a fact! Another fact: niggas ran in my crib, took a gun, cocked it back Took everything you got from rap But I'm still here today and I thank God for that So Suge...you think I care about gettin' my pockets tapped? Go ahead tap my pockets...all it's a go Yo it's a show, cause when they rob you for real you all on the flo' So a nigga tap my pockets and I walk through the do' Tap my pockets then, he won't tap a nigga's pockets no mo' Fa sho' Soon as he reach his hand out to check "Get yo' hand out my pocket" Brraow! Malcolm X! It's about respect! [Round 1: Shotgun Suge] Smack said, "I'm gonna line you up three", I said, "Make it crazy." He said, "You got the bitch from Chicago." I knew you not talkin' 'bout Gracie baby "I know you want her but I got the guy T But he ain't got nothing to do with it." But I'ma put you in it like you and I, T (Unity) I'ma deep-dish, fry T...you better go on a diet or die T I be on the block, playin' cops and robbers with the jake He be snitchin', type to land your man in a case Headshot, he gonna die with his eyes open, he looking Sandra Bland in the face But T, I'ma pull the tool on you Let this Ruger spit now it drool on you Let this K-Shine it'll split his DNA like 2 on 2 Hollows be eatin' his body like a mosquito You had my name all in ya mouth in the D though This shot was given, a free-throw In this case, I'm Michael Jackson...nobody ever talk about Tito I'll 'Regulate' him like Warren G All you do is pop shit...ain't no war in T He the type to take shit back like a warranty But not when you warrin', T I'll take your bread like you owe Suge Niggas die when they owe Suge, got your mother like "Oh Suge" Have him hangin' off a balcony the old Suge Buy your bag, get a bag that's porch play Where I'm from everybody on the porch play Money, guns, and drugs the Newark way Man we bang for hours like a short stay He talk that Chiraq, 30 poppin' with the shit like he belong there You from the South side old block Inglewood? Man why you don't blog there? Cause you fraud there Gorilla Warfare...had him tweakin' on Twitter Try beefin' on Twitter, I must be the man Even Surf was Meekin' on Twitter But fuck that I'm on you, you a heavyweight Good aim, make sure the Dezi straight Put the icin' on him like a wedding cake You react? I'll kick one of your fans like Kevin Gates Hey Hitman, I do nothin' for free, fuck wrong with you? I don't what Big T got paid for this battle But everythin' he got is comin' with ME! I don't need y'all hypin' my shit Cause I'ma shoot the next nigga that say Surf write my shit Get him the fuck outta here! [Round 2: Big T] Yo, Suge, how's your day, my friend? I ain't goin' to lie to you like them Notice that I said "my friend" You just got hot this year since 2010 All the way back then I ain't seen a rapper fall off that long...since Eminem in "The Way I Am" Speakin' of them, them Detroit niggas wasn't lookin' happy He was like, "Uncle Smack...how much I gotta pay them so they wouldn't get at me? They'll whoop me badly." I'm like, "Don't Suge got kids? Where's Suga family?" So you getting pussy, tryna pay Trick off... Ain't Suge a (sugar) daddy? It's saddening! Niggas was at his door for at least two weeks Plot start moving - "Naw, who was that? We seen you peep! Where's Shotgun?" I don't know, but after we seen you beef He went missin' on purpose, like J. Reid in In Too Deep! I'm like, "Sheesh!" His baby girl is fine and so sweet Seven-day bus pass: ridin' the whole week She hide in those sheets like, "I'm tryna go to sleep" But I'm too busy hittin' (hid in) the spot like hide-and-go-seek She a freak! Fuck all that - she start throwin' him under the bus Like, "What they call him Shotgun for? The nigga ain't even pump!" I'm like, "Man, fuck all that, where's his son?" Bills due before the month, he slingin' rock at his daddy ole' house, like Jenny in Forest Gump Boy, Suga woulda, man I been in the hood of Suga Every nugga in Suge hood a pusha Bubba kush a bowl of sugar Boy opened up shop, I ain't no shoulda, woulda, coulda nigga But I wish a nigga woulda shoulda Blllttt, bllllttt, bllllltt, brrrtt I love them gun sounds, love them, love them gun sounds Love them gun sounds, love the, love the gun sounds Those gun sounds y'all tired of, me too Imagine how it felt on the other side of 'em People pullin' up on the side of 'em Guys dumpin' I'm here, checkin' my body like I was tryin' to find somethin' Boy the shit happened broad daylight 4-5 somethin' I run up on him broad daylight and 4-5 somethin' White Castle, beef over the bread, he get a fried onion Miss? I'm comin' 'round the drive-thru like I forgot to get my fries from 'em Semi, big bullets comin' out, an Optimus Prime dumpin' Look like big ole' Rockets takin' off, Olajuwon dunkin' Be 2 K's (B2Ks) , put holes in the venue; Omarion comin' Elevator, this kick back will teach ya line somethin' So papa, stop with all that goo goo gaga Nigga aim at his noodle pasta, turn to lasagna Brrraka, pull off with the smoothest posture Pop ya, do the cha cha 'La Cucaracha' Mr. Chilaka Boo or Mr. Boo Blaka I'm a ras kad Rasta, bumba clot shotta Blocka, he see the Glocka, "Ay caramba" Quiet nigga! [Round 2: Shotgun Suge] Big man, that know how to shoot, I'm that burner I'll snatch his flag and show him the tre like Scout's Honor I got him reachin' for breath, on his back I'm in a ski mask Barrel in his mouth will get T (tea) bagged I'm in my T bag Blow smoke out the back of his brains if he blink fast Guns is butter, extra powder for the speed bag Do him old school, like Liu Kang on the Dreamcast These bullets, pain pills they relax him We don't even talk about Young Kannon I'm way past him This mop'll clean him up, I Ajax him Then ask his homie, "You need some help" then they wax him He look like he wanna fight, swing I'ma eat that His face, like a case I'ma beat that Snatch his soul and hang his body on a meat rack Stomach shot, expose everything he digest Everything he ate on the floor, we can have a buffet for the projects I heard he pillow talkin' to a bitch, she blowin' smoke at him He real loose wit' the lips, there's somethin' Dose 'bout him For that Snapchat I knock the ghost out him He say he post straps, I don't believe he shoot it he bluffin' I'm Russell Westbrook with the shootin' cause I do it for nothin' Headshot, erase everything off his hard drive You and Charlie Clips, some big pussy niggas, stop battlin' Bar Gods Talkin' that Chilaka Boo...boo bap, nigga what gun is that? Niggas like you make me not wanna rap I got a black bird you ain't even know it clap Left a hole in his head the doctors had to sew him back Now run tell that, when that chopper shoot Cause what I got will knock Martin Lawrence out his Big Momma suit I can hang him from a noose, big necklace Bullets like sausage links, so get reckless Pancake clip on the Tommy I feed him a big breakfast I'm in Chicago it's so many guns they gotta bring in the SWAT Russian MAC wit' the beam on the top Fuck that, Desperado let it ring out the box I left so many bodies they had to ring up Barack Aye and you praisin' Chief Keef like he the king and you the prince? Hit Durrell Davis, he had that injury and ain't been in a jersey since Jersey [Round 3: Big T] Tell the truth, you was scared to show ya face in Chicago Now you face to face with the face of Chicago All that voice raisin' is raw bro But in the end (Indiana) versus Pacers/Chicago I feelin' he hate T, I run in the crib he on (Caribbean) and make him meet ya maker tomorrow He leave the chopper follow every way y'all go like OJ in the Bronco Don't worry 'bout mine, look for the boys wit' Red Stripes; Where's Waldo? They shoot every Grape y'all know I'm killin' everything in The Color Purple we even made a mistake and grazed Harpo Yeah I'm lyin', the thing ain't mine, the K borrowed Bullet edge look like football heads, Hey Arnold Hey y'all know, my niggas they do whatever I tell 'em to Mark 'em out, this cal' ender (calendar), I'm just cleanin' off of my schedule Dracula, I bring it to light, it be the death of you Master Splinter, I will injure raisin' a shell in you Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael and Donatello you Twin double barrel too, Tia and Tamara too Turn his [?] you be a vegetable Imagine what it turn your melon to I aim it down, it still (steel) can' eat off the ground like the five second rule Let 'em boo But this tough guy act be killin' me He deliberately try to intimidate niggas physically That's cause you wack lyrically What you get mad, ya raps don't work? Yo' big ass get a job in security Seriously, cause you ain't a felon Suge When the cops come to kill a Blood, these niggas ain't tellin' Suge Like, I'm tellin' cuz, cause he look like he be tellin' cuz Man I would never kill Bugs with Shotgun; Elmer Fudd Yeah what? He like to tell stuff {Crowd starts to boo} Cause he like to tell stuff, police who, what, when, where, was Drop a dime in there; Player's Club Arms like a bear hug He get in a tight squeeze like a bear hug He'll send his dawgs (dogs) to court like; Air Bud Yeah what? They might give me life bro Just cause I go to jail I can't spend my life broke I'm like the show Power cause I get money wit' the white folks Nah, that was wack, cause I set up to put Caine in behind bars like Ghost My style gross, you look like you throw haymaker rights First of all you got a bad back, I seen ya leg, you favor the right Swing on me, I'll hit him with the haymaker right Teeth stickin' out like Denzel in a Mayweather fight Yo, you ain't know a big nigga like me nice You slow too, might swing twice Head crack, like three dice It be a staple in his lid like Chinese rice I'm nice, I wonder, you alright? I wonder how Suge'll (sugar) feel Cause the way he got hit up Top, I don't think Suge'll heal (Sugar Hill) The same nigga, pull up on him like an Uber driver Same nigga that put him in the ground like a scuba diver Nah, I had a regular Glock, I got a new supplier 30 shots, add more to the meal (mil) like a super sizer Let me show you a different scheme, he'll do I come through knockin' down the Bricks; Beetlejuice Boy you can tell it's gon' be shockin'; Pikachu Palm five, cover his eyes; peek a boo Quiet! [Round 3: Shotgun Suge] Aye Rex, I told Big T not to play with this Shotty Cause I turn into Osama Suge Laden and knock all the pork out his body I'll flood coke on the strip keep his block quiet Gun down, make him run now like shots fired Bully shit, 6'5" like the Watts Riot Fuck him, I'll kill his sister get her Mike Meyer'ed I keep the steel 'round like a rim tire I'll slit his throat with a thin wire You got Quiet Money, let them fire This nigga Terrance lyin' about his Empire I'll brush him off like a paint shop Crime scene when the .8 pop They was Rick Ross how his weight drop Man I'll turn Big T (tee) to a tank top Play wit' me, I'll damage guys He dirty? He unsanitized Cause Suge let the hammer fly, shit pop like a pan of fries You been shot before? {Suge starts slow clapping} Well I'm happy you made it Cause if that was me, you wouldn't have made it I would've hit you with everything the chrome hold I would've killed all you motherfuckers; [?] Oh you sittin' in the car? I'll break the glass on him like Stone Cold Fuck him, I wanna see him stretched Caught him 'Slippin'' like DMX Shotgun eat through the vest Crime scene shells look like stunt pegs on BMX Dread wig, one eye cocked For a couple bands I'll have him 'Running Through The City' bae like Fetty Wap Before you act hard, you better strap hard cause I attack hard I'm like Kimbo Slice in the backyard Big T eyein' me down, what the fuck you eyein' at? Oh for bein' a stare master (Stairmaster) I'ma knock off some body fat Let's get into some gangsta shit Pump niggas get hypnotized from the blick of the Sig' Hope he Ready To Die with a gat at his wig Headshot, that's what T get for thinkin' he BIG I wish that was your child that got Mike Brown No justice, no peace, I'll kill his dreams I've been waitin' to do a Chicago nigga like Cochise {Shotgun Suge talks to Hitman Holla} You next. Don't play wit' me. Don't play wit' me. Don't play wit'me What is life like? While he was tryin' to stuff mac & cheese shells in a pot I was tryin' to stuff MAC shells in a Glock While he was watchin' Toy Story I was watchin' South Central wit' the bros While he was tryin' to put a nose on Mr. Potato Head I was tryin' to put a potato on the nose! Random: Aye Hitman! Aye Hitman! You ain't no hit man You ain't got no .40 weapon Aye Hitman, I'm a real hit man, Agent 47 Aye Verb! Aye Verb! Aye Verb what's crackin' you bitch or not Aye Tay I can serve Roc(k) when he lick a shot He a pussy nigga, type to get his toe nail painted and get mad that he missed a spot Jersey!