Boze The Bambino vs. King Shadow lyrics
by URLtv
[King Shadow]
Yo, don't mistake me for the nerd, n*gga
You know, who won't let you feel these hands?
Because addressing me as the I.P. type, I'mma show you why you should've pronounced it as Ip Man
Now I know you prob'ly thinking, "Yo, who this Taye Diggs rappin'-ass n*gga? Up here actin' like he bang"
Oh, I gotta grip a mag
Alright...two straps in your face like, "Gimme a ride, punk, or I will dust your ass!"
Oh, what, you wasn't feelin' that? The bar wasn't too poppin'?
Maybe if I add a "bee-otch" to it, you'll say "I got it"
Bee-otch! (*click, click*) Bee-otch!
I see a lot of recruiters puttin' doubt on my name
What, y'all don't think I fit this scene?
Tim Duncan last championship: boy, you don't know the Heat I went through to get this fif' (fifth) to ring
We was taught to keep extensions in the ride
You'll still get pistol-whipped, ain't no need for mе to pull it
I'll beat you wit' the .30 but the n*gga won't drop: you likе DG footage
We give out lessons when it come to beef
You gon' learn not to f*ck wit' us when we ride on you
Because I'm old-school Atlanta
I'm talkin' Bessie Branham wit' the wood playground
It's gon' burn when we slide on you
[Boze The Bambino]
See, nowadays, n*ggas be lyin' in their raps
Get on stage, start to force bars
Sprinkle a little scheme, then reference that with a sports bar
These same n*ggas be in the street, tryna prove they more hard
Claim they pushin' work, so mo-
b*tch-ass n*ggas ain't never seen a courtyard
See, in school, my students was grade-A
It wasn't 'til they graduated they got F's on they report card!
You know I move wit' the heat
At every function wit' the deuce in the sneaks
Coach Carter: my biggest fear is losin' members of our crews to the street
I'mma kill this rookie!
You ain't got the skill or the will to push me
Two options: Mike Vick, Joe Exotic
Kill your dog...(*smack*) or steal this pus*y!
Keep playin'!
I'll catch wreck where you livin'
Peep in the window, check the residents in it
Kick in the door, throw your son and family pet in the-
BAH! Forensics found the seed on the dog like sesame chicken!
This whole Corona got me tweakin'
I ain't fully grasp my mental yet
When I see the n*gga, it's a bet!
Bigger blade, bigger check
Hit his neck, rip his flesh
It's like I'm late on Corona sho-
DAMN! Ain't no tissue left!
So stop pretendin'
Or Pursuit of Happyness: I'm poppin' the Smith n'
Clip come wit' extensions like alternate endings
That's Murder, She Wrote! No sign of hope!
Or Scottie Pippen: I put this nose to work for the low!
b*tch, I'm the plug!
n*ggas like you get your product from me
I'm a boss
I tell puffs when to drop off a P
James Harden: I get a high percentage from the top of the ki' (key)
It's a movie!
You know from the light like Tunechi!
I'm unruly!
Bars off the chain like Bruce L-
Nah, ironic
Bars off the chain? Smack finally let a n*gga loose: Juneteenth!
Charlotte, n*gga
WOO! WOO!