Ill Will vs. JAG lyrics

[Intro: ARP]
Max Out 2
Atlanta, if y'all havin’ a good time, make some noise, y'all
What's up? (YEAH!)
And we still not done!
Battler on my left, who you be?

[Round 1: Ill Will]
Aye, did y’all see outside?

[Crowd]
Aye, it's rainin', Blood!

[Ill Will]
You damn right...
But what if it rain blood?
This ain't no promo run
That sh*t was disgustin'
No disrespect to no Blood on this planet
That sh*t was for youngin
And I don't bang
So you can't say that sh*t was from frontin'
Plus if you my auntie son, and we at a family reunion
b*tch, you my cousin!
You told Math:
"See, Blood...
It’s ironic I say ’See', Blood
’Cause where I'm from, we don't C, Blood"
Now that was cool!
But you gotta be a bit more seasoned, Blood
Like...I'm seasoned, Blood
And this the season, Blood
I know C’s and Bloods - they'll be seizin' Blood
Body lockin' up, now you seizin', Blood!
Nurses screamin', "We need 20 CC's of blood!"
I'm a big ape in the game: I'm Caesar, Blood
Linе all them n*ggas up! It'll be seas of blood!
Ayе, aye, aye...
It's 'bout to get ugly, I'm honest
If it ain't a body, every round JAG get edged (Jagged Edge)
I Promise!
Oh, oh, you the new Deebo
You the new Deebo
Well, Willy tote it
I'll leave a bully folded
I'm 'bout to put a lot of bucks into this, JAG!
It's a fully-loaded
I'll drop you - try me!
Everything on the menu popped
One-two, uppercut, then your chin get rocked
Then a right by your side!
Boy, I'm the best friend you got
JAG! You a featherweight
I don't wanna hear about your resume
When battle rap is what made you elevate
I'm what you have to go through
I don't know why they say you beat Math, when he was spazzin' on you!
Now you want Big Jersey!? Arsonal!?
That's Fab in '02!
South Central! Tall cat!
But n*gga, I'm wit' all that
I'll slap Chubby like he tryna get his little brother ball back!
JAG, you don't know what n*ggas from my home will do to you
My zone is beautiful
Known to shoot at you
16 shots at fo' n*ggas, the chrome is suitable
That's four IV's every 16: we roam in (Roman) numerals
I'll put his mama in his trauma wit' this Llama!
Big choppa!
Every time I cook, I'm arm(ed), Chubby: Big Mama!
Which doctors, gon' take care of him?
'Cause I'm checkin' the spot
Heckler and Koch, reckless wit' shots
Ref' in a Sixers game: I'll even give a TEC (tech) to the Doc
This the vibe, live or die
This my Starship, Enterprise
And it's just like Spock
I point, air (ear), it's splittin' 5
Dip and drive!
This street sh*t, is what I love, n*gga!
Thug n*gga! Drug dealer!
Them Pirus roll deep? n*gga, these bullets is Blood thinner
It ain't a n*gga alive! I'm seein' everybody!
When I came to RBE, I changed it
'Cause I'm Really Beatin' Everybody
YakTown! In this b*tch!
[Round 1: JAG]
You thought you was gon' have a easy run wit' me, my n*gga?
Please, my n*gga
Nah, this how a fight feel
I'll punch you cold in yo' f*ckin' mouth
Don't be givin' me no ice grill
I got a house in Bel-Air and Philly, too
I'm just like Will
I'll cut this n*gga like a sushi chef wit' his dookie breath
Tonight, we eatin' sliced eel
Listen, n*gga, I should make you eat yo' sh*t, and leak yo' sh*t 'cause you sneaked yo' chick
On the Internet, lookin' like she got hit by a brick on some Deebo sh*t
n*gga, is you stupid?
When we say we "beat up somethin'", mean we f*ck somethin'
We ain't know you was gonna go home and really beat yo' b*tch!
Listen, dawg
I'll leave fresh prints (Fresh Prince) on him, after killin' him
Swipe all the Banks, take all the safes, I'm talkin' cash at minimum
This that Uncle Phil-Jazzy Jeff treatment
Kick him out fast, get rid of him
But you? Remind me of Geoffrey Butler
This whole last millennium
'Cause n*gga, I got it made (maid), so when you speak to me, it's "Master", William