Don't gotta do that And Don Q together Who's that? Yeah, yeah, because they was—they... Who's that?
Yo, we only doin' this shit once It get real frightening, you know? I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah Canada!
Uh, live from the DM, I'm hollerin' at your BM We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in I did this shit for no reason, I'm lettin' rookies battle But how did I get in this battle with A Boogie's shadow? Big Apple, New York City, more to pity How could I beef with a dude only poppin' in four cities? I made Forbes with Diddys and sat top floors with 50s And now I'm fully open, I play the bully on 'em Call for your squad, you rest, you get decimated You lookin' like a Styles P nephew that never made it Forever hated on niggas like Boogie and me 'Cause we was poppin' in New York and every hood that you see The day you beat me will be the day you see see HOT 97 feedin' you more lovin' than they feed me Don't let these niggas gas you on that podcast and CC Highbridge, the Label, but only one of y'all on TV Only one of y'all'll see awards and eat with the stars It ain't really hard to figure out who I'm speakin' up for Now that my foot and knee in the door, let's talk about it, no walkin' out it We 'bout to see Le'Quincy body with the chalk around it I got the full baggage You drive a Jeep Wrangler, the basic edition, shit ain't even the full package Someone tell Quincy I turn beef into mince meat Hottest of the century, why did he go up against me? I show niggas love and hatred niggas wanna throw back He tempted me but never had this energy for Kodak You paid DreamDoll for a feature to get the pussy And somehow you think you fuckin' with me The first night I seen DreamDoll I fucked her for free And now you walk around like somehow you got one up on me Nigga please, this your brother part This nigga found Soulja Boy's Gucci headband and wore it in his cover art Why battle with A Boogie's shadow? Why battle with A Boogie's shadow? He ain't even a chapter, he ain't even a factor QP and Bubba touchin' way more money than him, they ain't even the rappers It hurts when you kill a nigga you love Ironic that the salt thrown from the niggas that's slugs Chewin' these niggas with no ingestion I got a real message for my brother Quincy, my nigga, it's time to go get tested It's a couple hoes in Starlets I know you infected You really out here fuckin' raw with a scrotum infection And what's worse is you know it, still you go unprotected You need to focus on a hit, need to go get a record See you can find a Don Q in the ho nigga section Go get injected with whatever medicine you need to clear up 'Cause them pills ain't workin' for every time it flare up Yuck, I'ma let you breathe on that I'm really beggin' that you think about your physical health You'll never see your fuckin' album on a physical shelf I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt You never flipped it to sell You're not a hustler, your daddy was a customer I got the info from your baby mama playin' nympho You drive a foreign but them 25 hundred dollar hosts ain't enough for you to pay those rentals You a shameless mental, well my aim is mental, fuck it My whole mood I showed y'all fuck it My dick, I done told y'all suck it I'll punch your fat ass in your stomach And make everything in it go up it You wrote a tape for your nigga that died You made a promise it would pop and that the shit would be live Hurts that you had to tell my nigga a lie 'Cause that mixtape flopped and so did your other five Put the gun aside, my nigga, you ain't the one to shoot Big guns, nigga, you got locked for a 22 Pussy gotta keep a gun on his waist 'Cause you lil' niggas scared to get punched in your face Jada said it best, Quincy made his bed to rest Invest in a better vest Better for my case, these bullets rather hit your head than chest Quit actin' like you the mob You tryna play Gianni But you got ran out of Amazura and Avianne The Bridge is over, The Bridge is over I got an extra long clip that'll hit your soldiers My hand shoot like shampoo hit his head and shoulders I'll send his nine year old a Barbie just to send condolence Uh, not the money on the head 40 minutes on stage can put a hundred on his head I made so much millis and hundreds of this bread I can have the whole Highbridge comin' for his head Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38 Bound to bring Le'Quincy Anderson up to the pearly gates Your daughter just came from turnin' eight And takin' L's right in front of her is what you tryna perpetrate? All this blood make me regurgitate Don't let my Bronx niggas move and have to boost up the murder rate But since we're goin' here, I'll let you know I'm here 'Cause this record right here's 'bout to give you more shine than A Boogie ever gave you in your whole career I spit fire, you from the east side of the Bronx, you just a Highbridge dick-rider You mad at my nigga Mula 'cause his shit hotter I know how it feels Nah, I'm lyin', I don't know how it feels I just know that everywhere I go a nigga know I'm s'posed to be real And I don't know how exposin' me feel, fuck nigga
Just to keep it real, I'm only doin' this shit with you once You know, I... I hope, I hope you enjoyed this shit though I hope, I hope you take this as a blessing, you know? This, this is a lot of pay-per-view time you're gettin' right now I know you not used to this, you a little frightened But it's okay, my son, you know I still fuck with you, nigga And you know, I mean, at least off of this, at least the celebrities might know your name now, you know? Like... I hope I did that for you Oh, in other words too, you wild ugly, nigga Wild fuckin' ugly, nigga You wild ugly, nigga Fuck outta hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
