URLtv, B Magic, Ty Law - B Magic vs. Ty Law lyrics

I said I used to play ball
Till the hoop became short to me
I been through thick and thin like the two
Versions of Norbes you see
Drivebys, had to whip accordingly
Strap, out the car, skrrt
Brake and cruise up, like loyalty
That strap my bitch
Yo she wit’ me like Mario
Tell them niggas from the Lou he G
I don’t like him, ya’ woman
Park at the Rams stadium, she gets bread
Once them lights is off like a blonde
Get that bleacher head
She said he be fighting with junkies
Can’t hustle, always fucked up the sale like
A fight wit’ ya’ bunkie
Catch him light when he comfy
Oh ya’ daughter in pajamas? Them
Bullets like typing Jaz
They’ll be right in that onesie
We got a right for this country nigga
Get down clown if you light light
Sipping brown now, we might fight
Uppercut him
Leave the ground now it’s night night
Magic coming outta them sneaks like
Bow Wow in Like Mike
Bitch, you was writing kites
On the first day, they claiming Blood
Got punked using the phone was
The first grave he dug
Cried when he faced the judge
Dropped a dime and came out on it
Like the stage off Players Club
Spray a slug at 12, grab that gun
Brian McKinght, we blasting back at one
Earvin Johnson birthed a fag
You lost to Heartless and Fox
Both Magic’s got embarrassed by
Them wack-ass SONS
Ya’ black ass done, say you top three, no
See growth, best shit was with Rosenberg
You like Ebro rap and I squeeze low
Hollow-points in the arm like when that
Philly nigga spit the PC flow
He know he’d smash any broad
Say he love ‘em, y’all dated a week
Like a Cassidy bar
Back then ya’ squad was asking
How you get ya’ shine
Hit more licks, than Jay Smooth
And 40 BARRS in a 69
I hit ya’ spine when that metal get clapped
Them bullets like a coon nigga how
They set in his back
His head hit the strap, a lotta blood spill
It’s like shipping rocks to Yung Ill
Nigga’s melon’ll crack
Before we play swear to
God nigga listen close
How you bully midgets like the
Gooch off Diff’rent Strokes
And then get choked?
Put ya’ deuce in the air
We like the camera crew off Cheaters
Niggas get stabbed when they
Shooting the fair
Swear to God Fox ain’t choke you
Is he hard? Naw cali niggas witnessed it
You ain’t tough as yo’ bars are
Wrestling hold? Psychologically that’s
A large scar
All them gun punches he finished
You with a armbar?
To y’all he hard, he rep his set
Got the six cracking and
Them dry-ass lips cracking, he never fresh
Metal pressed to ya’ child
He looking like ‘you shooting who?’
Shots from the metal in kids nigga
No Scooby-Doo

It’s B Magic motherfucker, the show is back
React, nigga you gonna see black TECs
Two arms cross ya’ midsection like DX, check
I’ll be leaving down ya’ side like a BFF
Let’s get it going
I ain’t come to play with you nigga
Let’s think of Pam
The Tommy better stay with you nigga
Who wanna jam?
You hear that drill music it ain’t Chief Keef
We popping niggas in the
Club like Beech Street
‘Fore we get to breaking I be backing him up
Get smoked dog
With this rocket in the back of the truck
Down to ride, action or what
Ouija board, this a evil-ass Magic to touch
Nigga I draw crazy, that’s chicken scratch
Two fours
Let’s see if Ty Law could defend his back
I leave ya’ body parts mix and match
No lie, I see pussy in Ty, I’m a risk to cats
Nigga I’m the best
Get to spraying ya’ fitted
Or drown you in a bathtub and
Throw a radio in it i’m thinking easy
Nigga Magic got y’all shook
It ain’t a dictionary but when
Ty see black Law book it ain’t a game
And I’ma let the heat rebuttal you
Roll back with something big like a BBW
Strapped like I’m CCW
‘Cause Jerry the king Law and this a easy W
These words’ll slaughter you nigga
UFF scrub, you let Prez body you nigga
You a Training Day Denzel Washington nigga
‘Cause the Law got killed by a Mafia nigga
You ride to the Lou and get popped
My niggas hop outta cars firing
Two of them Glocks
Told my nigga ‘buy a tux’
He meet you at ya’ spot
That was code for put Ty in a suit in a box
Three-piece him, have this 40 against ya’ jaw
Now you could really say that
This 40 against the Law
You faking nigga, period
It’s like I ducked Jones
I can’t take this nigga serious
It’s whatever with the drama and all
You’ll get the steel and pass
Quicker than Johnathan Wall
Heard you looking for me
Was he tryna find me or naw?
No J-Lo fan, I never seen a monster in Law
So stop acting, I’m the voice of the game
John Madden
From the trey with the fifth on me
I’m John Paxson
What about ya’ friends, this nigga TL weak
The protection be all on me, I’ll let TL see
Nigga you probably rock toe rings
Any nigga moving too fast get cold dinged
And if a nigga don’t bow down for
I’ll take lil’ off this bow, wow, Rashad Moss
Tell ‘em kiss his fam, 12’ll get the hands
Tell ‘em what’s ya’ plan
What you think this L’ll get you fans?
You irrelevant metal will hit
Ya’ melanin Saran
Put steel on the Law like the Demolition Man
These bars, and these hard, body-rocking
Law ya’, will be dead like Johnnie Cochran
Writer’s Bloque on the corner with the 45
Just know it’s Magic when they tell
You that the show arrived

You got a old face, for 29 nigga
Him wit’ his rap book that’s like
A ref on the field
That’s where he pen the lies niggas
Born is next, I finish y’all niggas
Scratch ‘em both off the list, Born and Jun’
That’s a Gemini nigga
Conceited said, you raising
Other niggas kids, see ya’ face grimace
Shook his head no, but he made visit's
Married the kids’ mom and stayed wit’ it
Like Jamie Foxx in that one movie
It’s really looking like that
Nigga raising it
I came with a hundred punches
So prepare for this shit
We Ozzy Osbourne, sharing ya’ bitch
Ya’ lil’ niece a future thot
Swearing she slick
Ain’t fucking but she turn off the light
To spoon niggas like a heroin hit
Ya’ dame shouting, that blade out
Keep hearing her lips she yelling
That’s why I stick her on some Aryan shit
That nigga Daylyt embarrassed ya’ clique
That pussy fly to battles, land and strip
Like the hair on a clit
You’ll get buried if this the
Stage or Black Star
My bars is deep, I adapt quick
Like nigga’s that’s tryna squash the beef
Ya’ father speak that 40 get shot
This strap is like, you
Choosing the faggot’s life
This’ll point at ya’ pop
Creep on him and stop at the light
Ya’ van sprayed the silencer manmade
Strap go ‘bllt’ like ya’ fingers
In a fan blade but with one more nine
I’m St louis footballs fans that come online
I could get on a rampage
And you stay with fat bitches too
That broad face is hit
Liked his bars, met him in person
Law hate his shit
Hoping y’all relate wit’ it
It’s Martin, when he thought they stole
His Walkman, made a scene
‘member that dog’s faking it
I hate this bitch and his nerd son
God made ya’ black-ass daughter
He said ‘damn I burned one’
I mean damn, she black as ever
She wear a hat that’s red
Look like a Jordan that’s patent leather
I clap whoever, that flare send her
See if God exist, karate shit
Something flying through the air bend her
Bang, ya’ head injured
Rest in peace Wilt Chamberlain
My aim like him, that’s dead center
In that Big Kannon Dizaster battle
You acted drunk
Let Diz push you and snatch ya’ blunt
That was me I woulda hit Diz with a clip
Just start banging that 38 like his
Old ass did with the Crips but, you a bitch
That’s how you catch him eating in the spot
I’m Don King
Set him up and he’ll get the box
He scared when that lead flying
Under his bed hiding he dread
Dying like Wiz Khalifa did his locks
Roc and Clips mentioned me I’m bless
Clips said he’ll weave my slow punches
Let’s see him try to weave my TEC
We next to blow, you see my set
Opposite of Big T, Florida Evans and Clips
We got next
If akh let me get the inf’ he a cool nigga
Like Gwitty before the battle I got my
Main dot on the Uz’ nigga
Got more stories than Channel 9
Lately don’t got any W’s, that’s news nigga

This ya’ last time seeing him alive
So nigga take ya’ pics
‘Cause ain’t no way this rookie gonna
Beat me with these basic flips
I address this lil’ nigga on some Jaden shit
Come serve him with the chop stick
That’s a Asian dish
Wait, I leave yo’ ass flatter
Than a Asian bitch
Deathbed bars, everything I be saying sick
You fucking punk
I heard you Smack favorite bitch
I kill a clown
He gon’ see this TEC-9 greatest hit's
I kick in his door, just to take his bitch
This inspiration for making shit like Taken 6
And I heard they don’t pay you shit
I guess Erik Estrada the only
Law that be making chips
Nigga these guns spitting clips
Like the old Smack
I let these fours free ya’
Mind like En Vogue back
All of these squares get a smoke
Ya’ whole pack
Get one hollow and ya’ done, you sh’know that
‘Cause, I’m something different, young nigga
Why bother?
Let me catch him while I’m strapped
I might rob him
Got two of these bitches in the club
For Ty dollars
I get to popping Law like my white father
Boy you fucking with a heavyweight
These 16s bomb, you’ll be dead in eight
Fuck whoever in ya’ fam like Kevin Gates
This blazer made for Ty
Bitch it’s tailormade
Listen, don’t be eyeing me, I’m carrying a 57
I seen him mug
Now I’m thinking of a way to kill him
I spray his ceiling
I’m old school, ride to The O’Jays
They told me staring is the way to heaven
Fuck around and get beat
Down for trashy barking you a simp son
We never heard ya’ maggie talking
No alley-walking, I deadend ya’ shit
Catch him on Murder Ave and leave
Law dead in the whip i’m that nice
Nigga you will never see me wit’ y’all
On top of that
You ain’t never gonna see me with bars
I be filling up these arms
Like Stevie and Charles
‘Cause Magic above the Law like Steven Seagal
So place ya’ bets, ‘cause if y’all tripping
Then a nine’ll peel
I’ll jack son with the chopper
It’s a time to kill
I took the old 40 home, I got a lotta steel
Came back with the new
Edition like Johnny Gill
Nigga you garbage at best
Are you ready for rusty machetes
To carve in ya’ chest? You talking to vets
Tell me what’s a fever to this Ebola?
You’ll get smoke for nothing
That’s a freeloader
Ayo this two-two will shoot through y’all
Fucking fruitloop look fufu ya’
Crew too small i’m in the projects
Walking with this cuckoo cal
Black Magic gon’ get a body
That’s a voodoo doll i see you chumps
And we don’t really rock with you weak niggas
Rookies wanted vets
So they book y’all trouble
You know if it’s fuck Magic
Then it’s fuck y’all double
You better break when it clap
Like a football huddle so say something
‘cause nigga you ain’t flowing enough
See this doja, ain’t piff
He ain’t potent enough
Win a round in the building
That don’t mean you dope or you fuck
‘Cause, I’ll steal it on cam
Like Snow on tha Bluff
This nigga gonna see a pump
Or catch a beating down ya’ block, I’m DJ Unk
When you see that heat rise it
Ain’t a D Wade dunk
But Magic coming off the buckle like CM Punk
Motherfucker

Notice I ain’t talk about his mom
That’s ‘cause her top is a blessing
Her box is the best and
I felt like nutting inside
Not from depression
Them old heads know how I’ma stretch him
What Larry Bird do when he
Was rivals with Magic
Come out with the weapons
He out looking fresh in his whip
Them shells hit it
Pop B right through the glass like
Ya’ father on a jail visit
Ya’ fam they’ll feel it
It’s gon’ be five dead niggas instead of one
Like if Bishop woulda helped Blizzard
Tell the critics all the vets
I feel they bars
Except that nigga shit like a inmate’s call
Play his battles back the shit's ain’t hard
Nah Jerry, ya’ style get worn out
That’s a kente cloth my pengame raw as Day
When he rap with his clothes on
Tell Fox drop the footage
Let’s see Magic get stole on
Been ratting for so long
Fuck with the central courts and the
Judicial like you battling Soul Khan
His slow arms up, he blocking bullets
I’m sparking pounds
Stupid, you couldn’t defend these
Pops with Charlie rounds
Lee Harvey pound to walk around
See me with clips in real life
Like niggas that know Charlie Brown
His jaw get pounded or he catch him a shot
Three options, either I’m bringing
TEC’s to the spot, telling him box
Or crippling his neck: that’s this loc tryna
Escape the full nelson from Fox
Get pressed at the top of the
Roof, I push him off, then shoot once
Wave caps make him land harder
That’s a Mook punch
Should pistol-whip him, make him lose fronts
Ratchet is mean, that strap black as that
Nigga that seen punch
You jump cool, I move, bitch this a Glock
Fresh Prince real father
Move ‘cause this’ll pop
Be cool or get a box, think Barbershop 2
Remember this bitch even move
He’s getting shot
What, this dirty nigga supposed
To come teach me
You was stinking at that one PG
Same fit from the day before
They paid you for spitting ya’ bars
You couldn’t even change attire like
A chick wit’ a car
Kill him wit’ bars what the bosses said
Beez, said do him like a Jin freestyle
Off his head he got other artists scared
‘Cause, I’m Beez, go-to killer nigga
I ain’t talking Walking Dead
Ya’ broad bled ‘cause she ain’t duck
When I spark the lead
Got her head caught like Gina
Fucking in Martin’s bed
Dog I swear they wrestlers from these clothes
Verb battled Swave dressed as Goldust
Magic take the dusty road
That gun is old, I pull up and I dump
Front of ya’ crib, Aladdin shoes
He curl up in the front
His slut is a chump, fat bitch suck me
I don’t never sweat her
Told her like Peyton Manning
Come back when the neck get better

For think you living the thug life
I take you out Law
I’m bar heavy, I punch right like a southpaw
That’s why I’m going to land
Lines like a house call
I doubt y’all, this ain’t for your type
Got two extra arms on me like Goro right?
Okay see two shooting bitch I’m Morrow nice
Arms swinging before the kick
Eddy Gordo fight
So pay attention, you’ll die nigga
The biggest flame-spitting beast
Since Godzilla gangster squad
I got a clip full of cop-killers
Cock the arm on my side like a rock-skipper
I figure, real spitters don’t rock wit’ ya’
Bars all in my third
Don’t believe me just watch nigga
Got in the door with the pen
I’m a lockpicker show Law what’s under the
Shirt I’m a shoplifter
I heard this bum don’t like me
See ol’ boy’ll get shot, no Spike Lee
I ride with my heat
This to put Law in order
‘cause everything I cop gangster like Ice T
You probably spit in the air
You’ll get ‘em all Ty if I
Dump the milli in there
You hear me in here, sweet nigga
Sloppy and tall label me a criminal
When you see the body of Law
You understand, I gotta admit though
You tried nigga
So how it feel to go on BET and die nigga?
Come try killer, I run in with TEC-9’s
Think I’m stunting till you
Get the Colombian necktie
What they tell you that I
Wasn’t gon’ bring the fire to you?
And I wouldn’t take a steak knife
And slide it through you?
See what they tryna do, they said you’d
Get the empire but listen Jamal
You got ya’ whole family lying to you
I heard him rap
And I ain’t know what to do y’all
I heard 16, went to cut the computer off
My shooters brawl, that’s new to y’all
I gotta do this
You nice but never kill a mic like Dr loomis
Dr loomis, Halloween, kill a Mike
I’m iller right, gorilla type, i blam cans
See every round is a body
What I’m saying fam
I’m taking three home wit’ me
That’s a grand slam
Scratch that, I brought them
Fours, art of war, try it
Call up Law, we gon’ call them boys
Start some more violence
Go to hell, get a shell, from this 44 flying
On the cam breaking Law
That’s a Baltimore riot come again nigga
Watch ya’ head ‘fore I put staples in it
And that’s between me and
You like table tennis
I play to win it, I’m a PG vet
These arms out, make any nigga from PG step
It’s Writers Bloque
And I been repping the crew
Best writers in the game and
I’m grabbing the tool
You stepping to who? Bitch I
Got a TEC it’ll shoot
Make a nigga head in the
Clouds like Penelope Cruz
Motherfucker, I told ‘em once
This motherfucker scared
I’m from the motherfucking Lou
That’s how a motherfucker play it
(Beat me? Can you believe
What this motherfucker said?
You must’ve slipped, fell
And bumped yo’ motherfucking head)