2Pac, Ryan D. - U Don't Wanna Battle/Thought U knew (Original Version) lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse

Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin' to this
2Pacalpyse, now jack you better brace
Cause I'm thumpin' it up and pumpin'
It up with hellafied bass if ya comp rolls
Throw blows until they back down
They sweat, no threat, suckers I smack down
No joke, I smoke any and all punks
They step, mic check and then they get done
What's next?, I flex and rock the dope TEC's
Get drunk
Then run through crews like group sex
Get sprung, it's fun, out to hear the hoes
Homeboys, make noise from back to front row's
Cause yo, I flow and go continually
2Pac, non stop rippin' up scenery
So now, you know how I be rockin' shit
When I flow, same hoe with the 2Pacalypse

Ooohh that's very good
Remember the last to have the
Challenger from the phone ringing
Eat the package mane
And I'm Shock G and this

Two it's time to crunch and munch
Your pussy ass see I had a hunch
You couldn't punch, I eat you for lunch
And go through, your sorry crew
I thought you knew?
You punk motherfucker's could never do
The things I, The R the Y, the
A the N, Daz D did bitch
You couldn't ever fade me i'm not a sucker
I treat you like a serious trick
You little dummy
You need to stop talkin' shit
You got nerve, I give you credit
To think you hang
But brother we're not all in the same gang
The punks, the suckers, the phonies
The perpetrators like you
Would never even fit in a crew
Without suckin' a dick
Or maybe robbin' a bank
You see you don't got talent
And your breathe straight stank
Hoe, now step in line before I'm mad at you
You silly sucker ha, I thought you knew

Ooohh that was very good ryan D, very good
But let's give 2Pac a counter attack
2Pac, step to the stage
And may the best man win

Hit dropper
Shit stopper with the strength to motivate
Give me a break
And then it's time to illustrate
2Pac will terminate
Cause niggas like to perpetrate
Rhymes I create
Yo you best believe they're worth the wait
So here I go, I'm about to throw a dope flow
And let them know 2Pac will hit
You with a death blow
But you say no because you
Wanna battle blow for blow
I'm nothin' nice and my advise is
Just to let it go
I would just battle you but somehow
I don't think it's fair i'm not an amateur
I'll damage ya and leave you there
Anyway nigga I'm the one they
Want to hear from
Fuck that pussy shit that you
Be boppin' in they eardrum
Cause in the 90's boy, 2Pac is comin' through
I'm in effect, snappin' necks
I thought you knew

Very good, very good it's time for Ryan D
Once more to come and meet 2Pac halfway
It's been a gruesome fight
Here's your last chance

You wanna talk about a battle?
Well I'ma talk about a massacre
You soft sucker
I'm tryin' not to laugh at ya
You and your posse
Just stepped into the circle of death
You thought I wouldn't but the gauge
Was in effect
I'm not a killer but I'm not exactly pro-life
Keep actin' stupid I'ma stab you
With my girl's knife
I'm not a coward punk I'll
Walk into your livin' room
Change the channel
And make you watch a cartoon
And if you step
I hope you pack a serious nine
Cause if you don't
Your sorry ass will be all mine
Cause I'm a warrior
I'll make a fire out of a stick
Live in the jungle
But never comin' less than thick
You sorry maggot
You need to learn a lesson from me
The funky brother causin' trouble chief R Y D
Cause I'm no sucker
I'm laughin' at you and your crew
You'll never hang 2Pac, I thought you knew

Aww we're havin' a good fight here tonight
Ladies and gentlemen
Ryan D almost got points taken
Away for a low blow 2Pac
Step to the stage it's on

Shall I say I'm beatable?
Now out of the silent, I think conceded
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac alone i ain't no trick
I'll drop you and I'll drop you quick
It makes you sick
Because your bitch is on my dick
But who's to blame
The brotha with the strange name
I show no shame
Cause god gave the me the gift of game
Now, who are you?
Mutha fuck you and your crew
You think of drive by's
Nigga I will drive through
You and your crew
You fuck around your girl too
The bitch is scandalous
She's fuckin' me and duckin' you
So fuck unbeatable
Dope is what ya need to call it
If rap was liquor, I'd be a fuckin' alcoholic
This ain't a threat
Just showin' em how dope it gets
When suckas sweat
It's time to rock the roof, let's jet
I go for broke
Cause like I said the rhymes are dope
You're on the ropes
Cause mutha fucka I'm no joke
It's like I'm brain-locked
When I hit the tempo
Kick the intro, then it's time to get loc'd
Ya got beef g step up 'fore it get swoll up
It's like a hold up
Drop 'em or get rolled up i give a fuck
It's time to set the record straight
This nigga is dope (word)
What more can I say?

Alright alright man, peace man
You got it good just wanna send a shout out
To all my homeboys in
The J town, my DJ Clark Gable
Everybody else y'all know you down with the
Drank avenue posse, don't stop

Ayo peace to my homie Treach, Latifah
The whole flavor unit posse
My girl Yo-Yo, the whole Lench Mob posse
Crazy shout outs to Ice Cube, Shock G
Money B peace to the jungle
Peace to my crew peace to my homies
We out