URLtv, B Magic, Ave - B Magic vs. Ave lyrics

See, Ave wit’ the Cave now
I see how you Roc (k) , fam’
See, Ave wit’ the Cave now
I see how you plot, damn
Release the pit's, tell ‘em
 "Bring me the ropes, dawg i’m not playin’"
I get it poppin’ wit’ the Desert
So if anything dry land, i’mma school you
It’s like fuckin’ wore-out pussy:
My screws loose
Lights out, see, you don’t wanna
See black - see, you refuse to
On FB, frontin’ for ya hood
But this ain’t FUBU
Murder (Murda) on the snub nose
Who tryna come see me shoot Mook?
So is it Dot Cave? Mobb Titles?
Shit, I’m confused, too so if you wit’ Roc
(k) band, I guess I’m talkin’ to you
Too (U2) the Bill Collector, this
(k) not what you asked for, and dude’s due


Better chill, ‘cause, i can show you how I’m
Livin’ when I cruise through
A left’ll put a nigga to sleep, yeah
A cool snooze a right’ll wake him back
Up dazed, talkin’ like, "Who’s you?"
I’m droppin’ gems
(Jimz) , they believe in a Rare Breed
Did I lose you? If this bitch shine, Tay
(Shante)

It’s a wrap for his Coogi like the Juice Crew
I mean, you can die over these mics
(Mikes) like some new shoes
If I buck it, I’m leavin’ your top open
I’m too cool
You a clown, you can get followed around
This fool through
It’s over once I get to tellin’
A joke like I’m Bruce Bruce shoot who?
Huddle break: if I clap, then we all clap
Daylight Saving: that mean it’s about
Time that you fall back your wiz a fan
I gave her a pill or
Three and she called back
I lay up as long as I’m spinnin’
I scored off of the wall, facts
I was with it, watchin’ a Ave battle like
"Dawg snapped" then a week later
I found out the nigga stole all that
I got a whole bunch in store
For your Apple: all MACs
Black Magic get to sprayin’ your
Top like car wax
Check this, my whole team in blue
The set Crippin’
I’ll breaking-news, CNN, CBS clip him
Up next, a House Of pain
(Payne) like a TBS snippet
You better reroute, Ave
Like the GPS trippin’ i say
You better chill while I’m rollin’ up drugs
T-Rex on his off day: I
Get to foldin’ up scrubs
Let ‘em roll and fuck Rum
You think it’s a Game until you see the
Ave nigga get to throwin’ up blood
I been bakin’, so the
(baking soda) people know the day
That I cooked Roc (k)
Now he can look over Ave - I
Turned him to the neighborhood watch
Give Ave a sign, so when you
See me in yo’ neighborhood, stop
You wanna call out a animal? Well
Go on and take a good shot where the Henny?
You can find me with clips, but not Charles
This big can’ll end a G
(energy) for thinkin’ you Roc star (Rockstar)
It was light how Red blew
(blue) off his top like cop cars
All of that rob? Man, stop it
We know that you’re not hard
Look, Golden Corral
I can eat wit’ these hot bars
It’s crazy that the shit you steal
It’s mad that they give you the props for it
You need to get your bars up before
That be the reason they drop calls
You need a lil’ more school, boy
(ScHoolboy) , if you wanna be Top dog (Dawg)
Pop off, apply his pay wit’ the hook
And drop shorty machete cut off part of Ave
I guess that’s how my block party
The Lou funny? Bitch
You better be talkin’ ‘bout Guy Torry
You get your sons taken
(takin') after the pops like Bob Marley
Round 1

Yo, y’hear me? I said
It’s ‘bout time somebody finally put
Me face-to-face wit’ this bitch
Beas’ said, "Ave, we need a favor"
I said, "Save it" and (click)
But they repaid for the hit
So this like a public restroom
If it weren’t no paper down
I swear I wasn’t takin’ this shit
I mean, yeah, we know he a legend
But, I don’t respect you tryin’
To hold the kid
Up for my shot: he Nino at the wedding
But, I’m still reppin’
Dealt wit’ the fact that you move pussy
Punched on anything
No matter my class: I’m the school bully
What the fuck could they do wit’
Me? Well, it’s not a lot, bros
See, they waited to see if
Ave get damaged like potholes and oh
Now you takin’ this joint? Tryin’
To get quick points
‘Cause they got an angle invested
Wit’ the "I bit" coin (Bitcoin) i get it
Well, I’m still wiggin’, don’t get it twisted
Punchlines, schemes
Wordplay - everything is exquisite
Any attribute? You guess it, I’m mean
So this nigga smoked across the table
Like Belly wit’ the restaurant scene
It’s no denyin’ I’m a beast
A giant in them streets
He might want this to go in peace
Like dyin’ in your sleep
If I can’t reach nothin’
Close wit’ these options
I got bread for the toast, serial
(cereal) scratched like I’m grocery-shoppin’
Homie, what’s poppin’?
The topic is who spit the sickest quotes
So don’t try to switch just ‘cause you
Feel you in this bitch wit’ Locs
That’ll get a nigga smoked
‘cause I get the grips for the low
Have ‘em comin’ in with shit for
The yard like prison dope so let him know
He better keep it rap like he should
This time, it ain’t no screamin’ back to
Get Suge - understood?
See, just that look’ll have him bitch
He’ll call Jimmie, then split break fast
‘cause I’m guessin’ he think Suge’ll end
(sugar in) the grit's
What, you the only one that
Roll with some Crips? You jokin’, right?
Bitch, I got fo’ tres at
The table: it’s poker night
That’s on God - say I’m lyin’
I even coulda brought my 74’ nigga to
The ring: that’s Andre the Giant
Let him try it
If it ain’t NY where he meet his makers
Spend paper just to fly to the
Lou - I’ll see you later
Shit, it can’t be hard to spot a B Magic
That’s even greater shit, we only know
(No) 'One in the World': Anita Baker
Put duct tape on the revolver, beam on it
And it’s Lux spittin’ rounds
In a rush: speed-loaded if the fucker hide
One in his crew will get straight blammed
Shit, the other guy work for
The news like Blankman
Let this nigga think I’m playin’
And I swear that we blazin’
He get guap? We in they spot, find the bread
Then we skatin’ bro, I’ll barely be patient
So put rope and tape on the wife and kids
And tie
(anti) Black: that’s the Aryan Nation
‘Cause when you cakin’
That’s the price that you pay
No cryin’, bitch
CyHi The Prynce: you know we comin’ right
(write) for the yay (‘Ye)
And just to make sure that
The hit move sweet?
Stick up the nigga in the basement
We only comin’ in two deep you know
LL put the stick up the nigga down
In the basement in In Too Deep?
Y’all followin’ me? Okay, then
Get his face caved in
The hands what y’all want?
Two niggas scrap in the yard? Wait
That’s Sanford & Son
And we know he don’t throw
Them blows too slick y’all seen the clips
Shit, I got Black fists handled
Like them old-school picks
But just in case it gotta go to the grips
The pump savvy one blast will erase his
(racist) past: that’s Trump daddy
So get at me damn the arc, that hammer spark
Leave him stretched
Smokin’ Black on the set: he Shannon Sharpe
Boy, you standin’ here wit’ a Shark!
And ever since I hit these cards
You really ain’t been movin’
Magic - this faggot Nicky Barnes
You a fraud
And I’m only here to pull your ho card
And give you principle
(principal) behind bars like Joe Clark
So before you start actin’ off
Hype from your yes man
Just know life ain’t make you 6 feet
But death can

They said that I was duckin’
Shit, what they gon’ say now?
When the pump lift the back of
His truck like Blade Brown’s it’s just me
Right on the side of his crib like 8 Mile
It’s adjust this
(Justice) League, or in a Flash
You gon’ be in a Cave now
Check me out, wit’ this hammer
I’m nicer than table manners get the shark
Rippin’ his top off like David Banner
Die here (dye hair) ‘til you white in
The face like David Banner
I been killin’ niggas so tell me
What do you gotta come say to cancer?
Check this
This that takeover, Ave, like turf wars
Cross me and see what them
9s profit like church boards
I came through to see where they praise him
(hymn) like church tours
So when you see that four, man
Just know that it hurt more
But, you came in punchin’, huh?
Well, just know that I birthed you
I’m goin’ in with somethin’ light
On Ave like curfew
You ain’t know? I send them goonies
Ain’t no play wit’ me, damn it
So if you need a jackboy
(Jakkboy) that can handle a cannon (Kannon)
Who come to work (Twork)?
It’s a wrap if the hood on stage
I’m good on tres
If a nigga trip, then the Magnum rip
Go on, step, them shots don’t hurt - what
You ain’t catch the shit?
I stood firm with Law
Now let’s see what this devil Ave’ll get
(advocate) i say
Niggas get buried when I’m sendin’ them
A real nice casket gon’ be carried
By your friend and them
How he die’ll be these (diabetes) shots
Naw, don’t worry ‘bout the insulin
I’m a beast - that’s on the
Hood like Harry and the Hendersons
You get it yet?
44 Smith & Wess’ll hit his chest
Aw, y you get it yet?
44 Smith & Wess’ll hit his chest
You can die herenigga- it’ll get ya wet
(B Magic gets flustered and takes a
Minute to get his focus back)
It’ll hit ya next
Like, look, I want all the war, nigga
Easy as a Sunday mornin’, bumpin’ Commodores
Nigga i got a loudmouth Nina
It be talkin’ for a nigga
It’ll stretch you out like a Baltimore nigga
Yo, it’s the same nigga gave
A classic wit’ Qleen Paper
Comin’ off the top wit’ somethin’ cold
(code) - who need pagers?
They ain’t tell you that Black is
The key? The C major so far, he
(Safaree) runnin’ from the punch
It’s a Dreamchaser
A couple’ll connect quicker than speed daters
Left jab
Then I got the hook up like free cable
Throw my sign up to any
Team like a free agent
Plant a gun in the back of your shit
Get free cases now listen up
You know it’s pressure when the pipes bust
Baggin’ wit’ the fif’
You gon’ need more than a ice cup
Spare strap, I say
I pump the strap like seein’ a dyke fuck
Gettin’pump the strap like seein’ a dyke fuck
You’re gettin’ half off your top:
He gettin’ a price cut
Fight what? I turn a nigga to a Rest in Peace
I’ll really show you how to turn
Ave into a dead-end street
Put lead in cheeks
Spray heat when I’m sparkin’ the fo’
Split Ave top
Nigga - you can stick a fork in the road
Light

I say, I’m a mothafuckin’ threat
Did that appeal to these bitches
Like date rapers? Well, when it unfolds
You’ll see I been sharp as
A straight bla- razor
Plus your wave shaky like fake neighbors
So if you think you got me outclassed, June
You’re (junior) high like an eighth-grader
I’m major wit’ the bars
On top of a sharp performance
Only way that this can be Black
Night is wit’ Martin Lawrence
He don’t want us on no hood shit, partner
We can beef, but, you takin’ half of the
Heat like the Bullpen roster
I’m a monster, and been that, son
Stunt and get your bitch ass lumped
Then wrung like a dishrag, chump
I’ll find your wife and slide up in that cunt
I’m just saying the better half I
Can bang: White Men Can’t Jump
This gang frontin’ don’t be no pressure
Ave got plenty niggas throwin’ up signs
Wit’ the sticks like protestors so go extra
That’s gon’ get the big toast wavin’
A shell fed once the joint pull
And this Loc ate it (dislocated)
He better watch who he play with
It’s just another bag
I’ll beat his fuckin’ ass - y’all
Can deduct my other half tuck ya flag
‘cause that shit don’t make you a bit realer
Jamie Foxx in Redemption: you
Just playin’ a Crip, nigga
Oh, your blueing shit official? Oh, screw it
I’ll still hit you
Take it further wit’ the clips
And a toolie’ll fix your issue
100-round drum, won’t shoot ‘em all
A few will get you or give this 60 40 - now
Nice doin’ business wit’ you
Since you actin’ like you had me killed
I’m strapped wit’ steel
Small toy out the box for your
Boy: it’s that Happy Meal
Oh, you don’t think we clap for real?
Well, it don’t take a Wizard to
Pop and leave your back caught
(backcourt) by a Wall like Bradley Beal
I gets busy for real, my knuckle action tough
Like leakin’ Houdini’s secrets
I’ll be fuckin’ Magic up
And I think he know I’ll swing
Sarcastic wit’ a stance
Well, I love hate on the hands: bitch
I’m Radio Raheem the fuck you mean!?
Your main way of thinking is stable, is it?
Got my favorite biscuit
The clip curve like faithful bitches
Let’s say this was real beef in the streets
I’m straight to business gotta buck it
(bucket) , straight through the intestines:
We makin’ chitlins!
I don’t play wit’ these bitches!
I done lost too many
Next nigga take one of mine
It’s gon’ cost you plenty
Y’all better say a prayer for him
You ever lost a nigga to drama
Got his mama askin’ why you
Weren’t there for him? yeah, I know it
But y’all thinkin’ his toolie on - wrong
You don’t hear from no nigga in
The Lou he arm strong (Louis Armstrong)
Cut the jazz act! The fact that you
Bangin’? Nothin’ threatenin’!
I can get you popped up out the blue
So unexpected all these TECs and big pistols
You spittin’ is just riddles
‘Cause if Magic bust
(Bus) or fit in the bodies, it’s Ms frizzle’s
Bitch, you soft! And it been that way
Get clapped fast
Then we snatch up Black flag
Like the insect spray
Who say we need they rappin’ gimmicks?
You see they actin’ timid
Know the nigga soft on his
Blog like DJ Akademiks
Y’all seen his image and instantly
Figured he pop tools
But changed the channel once they
Reported that Fox news
You’se a goof, a spoof to that blue
Shootin’ at who? If Roc swing, well
Y’all know ‘bout the move wit’ that Lou
But ayo, I’m sick wit’ it, so if B gotta go
Then just pray for Black widow
Like, "Rest in peace, alimoe"
So now he know, any time it’s a problem
My rival caught i ain’t gotta say nothin’
I’mma just let the rifle bark
Comin’ out his crib, givin’
Wife the talk like
"Take care of yourself and each other"
BOW! That’s Jerry’s final thought! Niggatime

Fuck cuz i’ll pull up on cuz wit’ two heats
Keep actin’
You gon’ get a real bullet like Bruce Lee
Keep playin’- like- like Bruce Lee
Shiiit… (Magic loses his place for a second)
I’m God, my squad you can’t get in
We too deep
After these bars, you can bend to the Roc
(k) like Blue Streak
14 days, it end- (That was fire)
Yeah, they don’t hear me, though
14 days will leave 14 dazed, you too weak
Footwork, lay down the hook first
Like a new beat you will die, nigga-
I see Ave, I’m in his hood in a hood
A blue fleece tool speak
Everybody assed out like a nude beach
You peep? Heard you King, well
You’ve come for the top spot
Until the kid draw square
On Ave like hopscotch pop, stop
Shots drop brains out of his snot box
Charlie Sheen: I can knock off
Rambo wit’ these Hot Shots play around
Only thing I slack on is dress shoes
You ain’t catch it?
Only thing I slack on is dre-
Well, check this
You better have Wolverine powers
When the lead ooze wit’ the steel, he’ll
(heal) back up quicker than Deadpool
Marvelous, your ex-savior
Huh, you get it, Loc?
It’s the flow, punchin’ my way in
(Wayan) like Riddick Bowe
You’ll die, nigga, out of the blue
The end he go (indigo)
We cool or not cool? I’m
Givin’ my friend the fo’ hot shit
The blue Crip’ll take over like Nas diss
The reason that he’ll
(Hill) break down like Wyclef
Y’all thinkin’ that he hard
I think this some nonsense
You get a- you say- damn you get a-
You know you dead once you reach
The hotel like John Wick
Nonsense, Radio Raheem with the update
Get smashed talkin’
I got hands for niggas who love hate
Y’all thinkin’ that he hard
I think he a cupcake
He knew it was a mistake
But he know it’s a must take much better
Cool, G
(Coogi) , as a Biggie and Puff sweater
Shit, I’mma just keep it 100, I’m cu-
I say, I’mma keep it a buck-fify
I’m cut better 5-7, you get four from the
Hawk: I Spud Webb him dOT seen the Kingsman
That’s how he knew you can
Get shot wit’ the umbrella
Um-Beretta, um, fellas
Let’s see if he come, fellas mouth shot
Spill everything he wanted to come tell us
You’d prob’ly get a clip from
The 50s like gun trailers
Niggas wit’ ARs on the
(Arizona) team tell my mama
Her son (Sun) Devils play it out
See, Cave Gang was the fam’
- remember the crew?
So how you reppin’ wit’ Roc
Family gonna benefit you?
I send ‘em and shoot and leave Ave
Bloody how I bleed the block
You knew your idol was wild
(Idlewild) once you heard me
Through the speakerbox (Speakerboxx)
What you want
The smoke? What I got’ll uplift
Ya like sativa pot
He next if you believe it or not
I’ll let him speak to ‘Pac
Send a manager and you die, this’ll lean a
(Selena) god
This ain’t new to I, this Muay Thai: we
(k) need to box told him-
I said, look, RIP my nigga Bud
I was s’posed to be at my nigga
Funeral today, but I’m out here, my nigga

I say, yo… hold it down, hold it down
I say, when you took the
League dough and ain’t show
I had every reason and urge
To murk this faggot face shots
Nail tips in his mouth like nervous habit's
What I heard from him was tragic
Imagine, a legend PG makin’ up tales
I guess it’s some Earvin Magic
I was mad somethin’ decent
Wanted to punch his teeth in
Shoulda got the 45 out
The house: Trump impeachment
I can’t have no vet dissin’ me
I was ready to fill Black bubble wit’
The lead like checkin’ my ethnicity
But then it hit me -
His last battles? Not astoundin’
You got a good Five Heartbeats left
Career drownin’
That’s why it weren’t no need to hound him
We know the nigga wrote and
Still played the Duck
Role - he remind me of Robert Townsend
That’s clown shit the building know you good
Enough wit’ writin’
Your punches weak on the cam’like
That footage of you fightin’
Man, it’s like he always ‘bout to get drug
How the fuck you so fake, money
And barely made that counter fit
(counterfeit) Dub? This bitch a scrub
We know in this lane, he get clever thoughts
His rumble just ain’t the same
Shit, we thinkin’ he hella soft
Dubs made him fail the cross
So if he wanna bank
Fox shoulda got clean work: Frankie
In Set It Off but he all talk
So if I prove what these knuckles do
Like a bitch trickin’ for True Religion
It sucks for you

(The crowd cracks up at that
Bar, Ave runs it back
The crowd starts laughing again)

Dude can take it past bars
But, I’ll sharp two-piece him
‘Cause, I know he got glass
Jaws like a shark museum
Or he can run and get his peeps
I’m dumpin’ wit’ the piece find a pile of Cs
(policies) ‘round the back
Like company receipts
See, I ain’t new to this mission
If that Ruger is missin’
The 45 still bangin’ like
You wit’ this Crippin’
Who this bitch kiddin’!?
Y’all better tell this fella recognize
I don’t take kindly to threats
Catch him where he resides
I’m on the set while they live
The second I arrive
It’s gon’ happen at Black
People party: Electric Slide!
‘Cause we ridin’ very equipped
Kelly, Hillary, Cole, Michael
Waldo- just know it’s dummies in every clip!
He won’t get to bring SMACK more fame
Soon as he turn, look
40 in the face: call that Jakkboy Maine!
This bitch a lame ran back to the gang
‘cause you’re prob’ly broke
Lettin’ all that green mix wit’
Ya cheese - you artichoke
This is what we call a joke
How you hang wit’ all these
Locs and couldn’t even
Get a zip off your ‘hood like starter coats?
But to y’all, dawg a GOAT
I see reptile wit’ you plus you soft
And still bangin’ like erectile issues
And ain’t no work y’all sellin’
But, I could Omar Epps him
Movin’ bags in the ring had me
As a First Time Felon
Yellin’ block shit don’t work wit’ me
Pounds and ounces, that’s what we knew, baby
Like a hospital nursery
And certainly when we choose violence
We use silence
Niggas got numbers over the tongue: we knew
(New) Balance
Any time we had to flex on the foes
Go and escape (Xscape) back together
Like Tiny and the rest of them hoes
I ain’t gon’ put you in no wrestling hold
Just point somethin’ that’ll take a fraction
Off: I’m in decimal mode! So let him know
He don’t wanna be who we movin’ on
Tell your crew to scoot along
‘cause my shooters is proven strong
Leg-shot him
That red bottom ruin his blue that’s on
‘Cause we runnin’ wit’ sticks
Gave the dude from the ‘Lou batons
(Louboutins)! Wait, hold on
Is everybody aware this bitch a fraud?
We were s’posed to rock last year
Clear he got outta Dodge born Legacy, NOME
Summer Madness - that shit ain’t odd?
How the fuck can he be Magic
And scared to pick a card!?
I ain’t blamin’ y’all for this damn bum
I just hope that y’all ain’t pay him now for
Takin’ the kid - he already ran some
(ransom) fuck his room, and gimme his rack
We established this ain’t the old Magic -
He ain’t worth a Penny or shack (Shaq)!
This nigga wack
I told you, "Fix my plate", right, Smack?
‘Cause they been sleepin’ - it’s time
I bring my state right back
Don’t give a fuck about these
Duckin’ niggas! They type wack
‘Cause, I’m a nigga outta Norfolk
(straight like that)