[Round 1: O-Red]
First off, for me takin' this shit...you lucky
It be a lot of handshakes and smiles in ya battles, don't touch me
Cause tonight my goal is to leave fag stretched
You can get that body bag wreck, or classic or a Lush and Aspect, that's a two One
Cali, y'all probably wonderin' why I'm here
Should I get into that
Or just get straight to the bars and push ya ceilin' back
As soon as they picked this match
You knew what you was gettin' scrap
Red? Rum? Spin it back
I mean really? Do I gotta finish that?
I should've killed Pass at Battle Of The Bay
But instead y'all gave me the easy battle of L.A
This actor and them, I'm focused n***a
'Pect, you the coldest n***a
Thought I wasn't sick so you gave me the E Bola (Ebola) n***a?
I'm nice, the shit that I write could win a Pulitzer
Ratchet on the side of my hip, don't make me pull it sir
My semi game, serious
You curious?
I aim, stock, pop and the pussy bleed that's point blank period
Fair warning, keep it wavy n***as
Trick once that banger comin' off safety n***a
My name ain't Nas, do not try to play me n***a
I ain't gon' do the back and forth with no AZ n***a
You crazy n***a?
Then cross that line like I ain't trained to go
The penalty? Death by gas, a lot of chamber smoke
A stranger boasts or gang approach I'm aimin' toast
Fire somethin', clipper dump and enter Rum (interim) like a replacement coach
Whoever ridin' wit' this kid I'ma melt
Except the Poet, he slid when he seen he seen the Sig' by the belt
I reload, then get the chrome and dome, turn this bitch to Home Alone
Had Kevin headin' back to the crib by himself
You rock fitted to cover that baldie
You're so lame
You're a bitch n***a in a hat (AHAT); No Shame
Why y'all gas him? Y'all know he light, I'll bring a pro pain (propane)
When this bald n***a lose here (hair) what can that Ro gain (Rogaine)
I'm who you dread homie
Got shit locked without the dreads homie
Leave yo' blood in the street if you disrespect Red homie
That lead on me will leave you Smokey like Craig homie
Fifth poppin', Rum pourin' out, this is for my dead homies
You dead homie
Jersey
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Well I see you didn't cut ya shit...and ya head look large
But even though you didn't cut ya hair, you're still gonna dread these bars
Wrong Red Do I'ma Watch
Or you ain't get the message?
I'ma read it back, watch I'ma do Red wrong, I'm dyslexic
Big Wesson
I'll pull and leave him in the trunk wet, that's a swim lesson
I'll chin check him
That ain't the life you tryin' to live
Watch, if I throw one, O clocked, you already know what time it is
Tell this corny n***a, "Stop it" 'fore I flash
Point this at Red and- bakka (Redenbacher)
See if he can get it poppin' in a bag
The wrong words, will drop you on ya ass
So out the blue you're seeing stars over lines Red
He think I'm talkin' 'bout the flag
But you wouldn't get no payback, save it
You soft, these n***as filled (field) with cotton, that's a slave plantation
If me and Red box, it ain't movie night, no
Crucial rights, through ya lights, you just might fold
Chose the side or suicide O
Cause I'll pull and open up on the opposite end like a suicide do'
And Jay-Z and Solange bar?
That's been used too and switched up
But if I'm fightin' with the ratchet on the elevator
It's more like Juice; Q and Bishop
Listen, I'm not the one for talkin' when I'm hot
If I'm pissed, test me
I'll give you a (U.A.) lefty that'll drop you on the spot
He gonna mention ya boy Botsch
Or Moss, a Floyd cross, [?]
This ain't ESPN, skip the sports talk
You ain't gonna leave in one piece, I'll chop a clown
Remember me? Blade big as hell, NFL, I'll cut a roster (rasta) down to 53
You'll get molly whopped and bodied half steppin'
Bullet hit Red shirt, you'll get a red shirt; college athletics
You talk a lot like your chopper blast reckless
But I can tell you lyin' by the lines; polygraph testin'
Red you are not a goon
So call me chocolate droppin' go through plenty pain (T-Pain) if I sing this fully autotunin'
What the fuck the deal with ya mouth?
It's either deformed or George Foreman, you should keep ya grill in the house
You wild, you'll get more than stitches if I beat O down
Big ass gash, I don't think that doc can sew that bitch like Nino Brown
You see those rounds? I'm goin' off edge
I roll up, smokin' C's (seeds) like I'm blowin' all reg'
I throw the 4th, you know the boy dead
But Mitch and T, [?] or The Poet?
You'll get buried where the roses are Red
No bodies on my Hammer, my tool ('2 Legit')
Ruger grip, I let it blow then smoke O...that's a Hookah trick
If you get hit, you get left stretched
Try to duck and die nasty (Duck Dynasty), bullet went through Red neck (redneck)
Come out west and get popped, I don't play
So after I give O this Red in (Otis Redding) the box they'll be 'Sittin On The Dock Of The Bay'
You fake
You can't keep it real yourself
N***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself!)
[Round 2: O-Red]
You ever walked in the crib like you seen a ghost
And your shorty toss you a rag so you can clean off your toast?
A bag cause she see blood on your sneakers, clothes and ya coat
Run a bath then dump a cup of bleach in and tell you "soak"?
No?
But you said that you the Gun Bar King
What? You just do it for The Love & Hip Hop?
You a Peter Gunz spitta
Two ratchets and both smokin', you the Cheech & Chong killer?
You a fuckin' midget
With a bunch of punches about squeezin' gun triggers
The Arizona Conceited the Phoenix S.O.N.S. (Suns) n***a
You don't roll up when there's beef
You get low up in these streets
I should've rocked a Lakers hat with a Lakers jersey and Kobe's on my feet
Throwin' bullets like I'm Elway yeeeeah
Oh y'all ain't get it?
I just wanted y'all to see Red light up his soul (sole) in that LA Gear

{chokes}

Look, I said let's talk 'bout it
You say you cut from a different cloth, I'm cut from metal
Battle rap or beat you below the bass, I'm above the treble
Demo of a demon, you're Damien, I'm the fuckin' devil
Lyrically we both kill shit but I'm on another level
I see that bitch in the whole (hoe) Fourth Quarter family
I'll body you, none of them n***as will point the can' at me or even lift a hand at me
So watch what you sayin' to me
I could drop you and not get penalized, that's an amnesty
I said you're a nobody, you're a fuckin' [?]
I'm the man Nitty, you'll get socked in the mouth like Mankind that's human Nitty (humanity)
Stop playin'
Stop feelin' yourself
Before I throw you in the van Nitty
Beach trip, talk crazy, I'll bury you in sand Nitty (insanity)
Or leave you slumped in the ocean for tryin' to be the man Nitty
You crossed the god, pay for yo' sins, that's Christian Nitty (Christianity)
Two options, off top my pair will shoot (parachute) like a canopy
Or you'll be M.I.A. from the 50's; Joell Anthony
Stop playin' wit' me, rappers get put in plots if I swing on 'em
I find where RN be (R&B) then let it sing on him
Headshot, his head pop when than inf' beam on him
Olajuwon and Dr. King, have a couple Dreams on him
Or I can throw the west coast team on him
They ready, nothin' but riders by me
Shit pop, you n***as know we peel (weed pill); Sour Molly
As soon as I tell 'em to cock the shotties and body Aaki
My Boyz N The Hood will leave Slick Rick, 'Lodi Dodi'
I said he drop, I walk up for more shots, that's extra footage
Pellets all in his pores, got him literally sweatin' bullets
AR be the strap, rapid fire, when it clap
Aim at RNT all you hear is smmmmmack
I said I'll leave his Apple on his back, that's a MAC
Still rap
I'm John John, for the static I'm at 'em (atom), bombin', I'm Einstein
All his cheerleaders gettin' a couple; pom poms
No regard for human life when I let that .9 bomb
Sidewind and bang on KG, I'm Bron Bron
Time time
I heard they paid you less than a G my n***a
Which means you gettin' wasted for next to nothin'
You cheap liquor
I'm servin' you up in ya own atmosphere, I'm a street vendor
Oh yeah, and Math Hoffa, I'll see you next week n***a
Jersey
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Off top, if ya dawg get the barkin', I give it to 'em
Get in tune, that means if Red roofin' (Roof Inn), y'all gon' have to give me room
This .50 boom
Stray caps into you, let him jump around and in the end (Indian) wet (wed) him; rain dance ritual
I ain't gotta shoot
KG will let five rip through ya
And what he carry (Curry) hold 30, that's my light skin shooter
You lyrically crack, you be killin' the tracks dead
Wrong, the songs that O lay (olay) is bullshit, miss me with that Red
When you pulled the picture out against Rosenberg; classic
That cookie on stage shit? I was laughin'
But I'm not the one to play with I'm Daylyt in The Matrix
I will peel (pill) Red for antics
What's happenin'
You think I'm finna take an L? Keep it real
To him, spittin' 'bout his .9? No
I'll 2-1 0 (90210); that's Beverly Hills
You see the clip? Long as hell in that steel
30 shot, extended the Sig' (cig') like Cruella Deville
I'll pull and shoot, caught money in his chest
Should've invest in a bulletproof
Look at you, too much shit talkin'
Tell him retract the bull (retractable) before I push his roof
I kick doors ridin', go find him
I find O, low lifin', livin' below triflin'
He was in the kitchen, throat sliced him
Poked knifes in both sides scalped him and had Red skin (Redskin) in the bowl like Joe Theismann
I try to tell him, he won't win
I dead him, I goes in
Bring O danger, he can't run, I throw the metal at O shin (ocean)
You see O basic, I said it, O fakin'
I try to step and get wet by this Desert; Oasis
But here's some food for thought for this flake
You won't eat a crumb off of what I tally in (Italian)
Because that's how I live (olive)
Guarding (garden) my plate
You see the low killer, look at this .9
You'll get ya folks buried, I throw flurries, he got shook up and died
O's scary, look in his eyes
Even the hoes know that O very (ovary) pussy inside
I pull it then he died
Knockin' off body parts when that bitch blow
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, you be stretched without a limb O (limo)
I've been low
Soft points I send 'em in O
For being sentimental
Man you get the memo
The Four sessions seize on the regular, more weapons
On the court flexin'
These ain't competitors if ya boy step in?
May the Lord bless him
I squeeze the Beretta to knock the fluorescent green out The Predator
Get wetted up
This bullet was supposed to be for JC
They changed that, instead you'll get it
Think Limp Biskuit
I brought the same cap for Red (Fred); Durst
They want me to put in that work for that gold chain, so true
But I felt like old Mook, I had to murder (Murda) my first name, I pulled a janky .22
Bet if I squeeze you'll die
Meaning you'll get this old Blazer like Drexler if we collide (Clyde)
You a lie
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job you decide
(Kill yourself!)

[Round 3: O-Red]
King Of The Dot
I appreciate the shot
But I'm feelin' like y'all flew me out west just for the check
I'm the best, y'all know that y'all dawg (dog) sick, I need a vet'
This shit here? Blatant disrespect
Y'all really gon' give me R.N.?
N***as ain't seen what I did to Rex
Yo 'Spect
Let's keep it real for a sec'
He lost to Cali Smoov, then got B-Magic and me
You think he earned that n***a?
Exactly
You know he don't deserve that n***a
Lush is a fan of the NBA in the 80's
Should I reword that n***a?
You like to see Magic and Jordan vers' a Bird ass n***a
I kill a diva
Strap with a .9 millimeter
See the bitch in you and I'm lettin' my .9 milli meet her
You don't die from this clip?
Fox, let's see if this chicken hill with two .09's in this bitch
How you want it? Three rounds for the K?
I can triple lay ya or use that antique T-Mobile, that's a Razor
I said I'll pop ya or get the chopper from one of my Bay players
That big machine from the Pacific Rim ain't a Jaeger
Cut the brolic act 'for you see Waka hats
You don't get it? Cut the brolic act 'fore you see Waka hats?
That's a flock of (Flaka) caps
Make you lay down here (hair) like a stockin' cap
Franchise Boyz when I cock the strap
Lean, then I Rock Wit' that
Dirt fade, then give him a Kangal, that's an Okwerdz cap
Stop it black
You said you'll rob me?
I'm where ya crew at
Four pointed in broad daylight (Daylyt), don't do that
Pop, pop, pop
His shorty run out when she hear that cannon fire
Huggin' Nitty after three rounds
That bitch? Danny Myers
I'll bag him
She'll fly to New York and let me tap her fam'
Got Rum boo (Rumble) In The Bronx, just kickin' it; Jackie Chan
Your shorty sound flier than a Pegasus
The odds she'll let me bone is over 200 on a scale of 10 (skeleton)
You get it? Bone over 200? On a skeleton?
My pen game? Extra lit
I murder shit, effortless
Your sucka rounds, get Red Striped, you spittin' peppermints
An animal, I can wet you up from the trunk like an elephant
With 30 dark as your skin tone that'll push ya melon in (melanin)
A pelican, squad on ya wave with a big bird n***a
This machine? Built by Urkel
This shit a nerd splitter
The target be you R.N. (B.U.R.N.) them shots burn n***a
Even if you take off B, you'll get the urn n***a
Try to talk that street shit to a curb n***a
You gon' learn n***a
Jersey

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Going against the Gunline King?
Indeed he a loser
But Spur of the moment he get off that gin and O believe he (Ginobili) a shooter
Liquid courage
You get drunk and want to rumble wit' n***as
But you like Kermit
Only feeling froggy off the drink
But that's none of my business
I'm a hustler m n***a
We don't match up, trap shit
From this pound you'll get 16 O
Then get bagged up
Bag up 'fore I hit ya head and knock loose a dread lettin' shots out
I'm not playin', it'll fuck around and be a (NBA) lock out
You not 'bout it but they said, "Red might snap at you."
Well you see in the last round how I did O (ditto)
Right back at you
That .40 hit like a line back tackle
Domeshot
Ya head lookin' like a iMac Apple
I get at you
If I peel a pipe, Red dead; new .38 Special
I mean, it ain't "new" new but still a light Red head
We hit ya crib with like fo' straps blazin'
Ya ma, pop, meet Allah through my .9, no translation
Two Bill Collector lumps, I may give them to you
After this hook
Shit, I can see you wearing shades in the future
I stay with the Ruger
Anybody can get a round so after I drop
Red, I (eye) am advising (Visine) y'all to clear it out
I ain't wit' the jokin', even Red knows (nose) It, we can kill a clown
And we can bet, I'll kill him now
The fans can decide on our game
Lebron James
Let's put a band on the line
For that talkin' I'll put my squad your way
100 locs so keep ya mouth fuckin' closed (clothes) like lingerie
I'm out the trunk with the longest K
A Mexican AK-47 spit fast in Spanish
It'll put your life on delay (ándale)
Red I fucked yo' bitch
She came over she was all cryin'
I told her my dick could coach her through some hard times
She locked on sight, hopped on pipe
Had her in the deluxe suite, told her, "We got all night."
I said get hype
I send my Boyz N The Hood with the tools to give it to ya
Get pistol whipped, 'til it's blood all over the Tre like Cuban Gooding Jr
If you hatin' on me, you need to check yourself
Expect the shell
I'll buck ya (buckle) whole center like a wrestling belt
Lesson felt
Nitty not accepting L's
So if you came to see O win (Owen) in the ring, I bet he failed (fell)
It's the Fourth, don't confuse the quarter
Man that shit'll get a n***a out barred like Boosie lawyer
Ya goons ain't loyal
If we get to fightin' they'll bail out on ya
So Red can get stopped like we recyclin' 12 ounce colas
I'm on ya
Long nose .44, that's a big ass heater
Michael Jordan pic' it holds six but ring twice with the index finger
This shit real
We'll pop 110 pills while drinkin' and drivin', no seat belt
Purposefully crash and catapult yourself through the windshield
Kill yourself