URLtv, B Magic, John John Da Don - John John Da Don vs. B Magic lyrics

Me and Syah rep SWAG, don't forget the ink
Got me? 400 Blocc ain't the only
Niggas that keep Shotty's
Came home to NY, B to catch a mean body
I Dot Mob's and you'll get
Your whole Team Homi'd
The gun blow turn your stomach into gumbo
Unless his vest could pocket from
Them Rockets like Mutumbo
My niggas front row while you
Starring in my gun show
You'll get a warm welcome, first to clap it
Then the drum roll pick em out a crowd
What you think I got the rifle for?
It'll catch him from the blind
Side like Michael Oher magic ain't a savage
I don't know what y'all hyped him for
My sweet 16's will get his Elite ate
8 I ain't worried about the Final Four
This guy'll fall if he thinking that he fly
I put a Dot on his top
If he thinking that he I
I'll LAY him in a BAG if
He thinking that he wise
And give this nigga to 2K's if
He thinking that he live
It's that time where it gets real
This nigga think he hot
Will somebody tell this bitch chill
He gon get loud and hype
Until them clips peel chrome in his ass make
This motherfucker sit still
If he don't die tonight I bet his kids will
Black Dodge
Ram size swipe him off a big wheel
Take him to Burger King
It won't seem like a big deal
Until I give em toys that didn't
Come with the kids meal
If you ain't ever been on a plane
With terrorists and survive the flight
Been to Hell and back
Even had a chance to say "hi" to Christ
Drink gasoline and ate a stick of dynamite
Fuck made you think you
Wasn't gon die tonight?

You gon need that dictionary Remy
Got his words from
The address to the beauty shop Verb got his
Perm from Yung I I I to say
"Who is this nigga?" and make
Me look all lame
And Hitman Holla to stop me mid
Verse to yell "BALL GAME!"
Cross me and just take one step out of line
You'll get your eyes gouged and brains blown
He'll be really out of sight and out of mind
Last nigga tried to school
Me he got Columbined
So test me, get a multiple choice how to die
That's A) Headshot til his jaw with a slug
Or B) Shotgun pellets all up in his gut
Or C) Go for his legs and
Have him crawling in his blood
Or D) Start from his feet and
Shoot all of the above laxative guns
It'll knock the shit out anything
Too big for me to carry I
Conceal 'em in a sling
Silencer on a tip for when it scream
It's like a phone on vibrate
You won't hear it
But, you'll feel it when it ring
2012 with the shells I'm coming to
Put an end to ya
9 spit keep live clips like a cinema
It'll clear your insides out like an enema
So when you see John Hancock
Hand cock it ain't my signature
B Magic be at church
Every Sunday paying tides
Then on Street Status rapping
'bout blazing nines
I know Nelly paved the way
For your state to shine
But is you a Saint or
A Lunatic? Make your mind
That's why y'all niggas hurting out 'thurr'
'Urrthing derrty' cause your water
Ain't working out thurr'
Who gassed him like he I I
I like his verses got germs?
But Magic ain't been sick
Since Earvin got cured gats for hire
By the way I get them ratchets fired
You'll feel holy when they sing
It's like a Baptist choir
Clap and hire til I get
Your jaw cracked and wired
Throw a bullet in his newborn
Mouth, soon as I pass, it fire

(pacifier)
My raps admired cause I'm one of the best
I'll pull your lungs on your feet
Make you run out of breath
Then keep dumping the Tec til
There's none in it left machines drawn
King Kong get a drum on his chest
Let me guess you getting money and
You balling in that new shit
When ya niggas got beef they
Call you for the shooting
That's how I know you lying in
That talking that you doing
Cause nigga your name Magic you
Just cause an illusion
Stupid! You not a thug you don't
Bang with the G's and apes
You broke so desert the only time
You get seen with cake
I come to St louis and when I
See you I'ma beam the eight
Put you out your misery
Missouri and you ain't gotta leave your state
I can't move without that metal like Robocop
Throwing bullets from that Cowboy
Cal boy I took Romo spot
Whoever standing right beside you
When that 44 pop i’ma put your face on
They body like Photoshop
Swag Inker don't blink, join the campaign
Guns I pull em from the
Thigh like a hamstring
B Magic a champ? I end this champs reign
With bullets the size of Rozay bottles
I bring this champ pain champagne
I was gon go light, but shit I'm too heavy
If you believe in Magic you still
Believe in the Tooth Fairy
B Magic a Crip? Okay, who's worried
He's a muffin, it ain't nothing to get this
Guy in Blue buried i be in that Carmelo
Car mellow trying to get my Bills up
Billups like Chauncy
Run from this NY, K you'll be Amare
The difference is he posted up
But won't bang for real
I give em 6 and they'll find
Him in the Laundry Field
This can't be real, you the man though Magic
You look broke all the time
But, you got grams though Magic
And about those lips
I'm just trying to understand though magic
I mean what's up with the white
Dwight? This ain't Orlando Magic
You could say I am more
Official than a cool ref
But, I still put him out the
Game with these two Tecs
Twin 'matics gon sing together like a duet
One of these Midwest niggas down, Smack
Who's next?

If we beef dog expect a ratchet
Your neck I snap it
With them Tecs I let your have it
I bless the addicts
This nigga gon respect the Magic
Bitch I'll push your cap
Back like Inspector Gadget
If you think you wanna swing
Then your met the boxer
Your rap image is a make believe metal popper
I'm down to earth but I'm
Flyer than a helicopter
Knew he was a Gaylord when I Met The Focker
I put the pump to your nose like nasal spray
And let that drum go "boom!" that's an 808
I turn my back and then shoot
It til you fade away
I run out of bullets and
Go stupid with the razorblade
It's B Magic mahfucka the show arrived
Put holes in your oil pan when I throw a ride
Like 44 I come after you with the 45
I'm a mechanic
Open your hood up like the motor died
The Lying
Lion King gon get, scarred when this 9 pop
It's Simba simple it hit your bone yard
And leave your pride rocked
If I could give you 12 rounds nigga why box?
Cool bartender how I give a nigga five shots
The Cyclops
Get that chop chop and hurt your set
Bitch you ain't never had arms
Like a birth defect
You the type of nigga that
Would rock a jersey dress
I snap and give a Kidd five
Like the New Jersey Nets
No shit talk I shoot the
Four until you super sore
I pop in the clip and I'm
Flipping on em like a Luchador
Battling niggas like me you gotta

Be used to war bruise your jaw
Your lid get the steel like a sewer door
Look you a soft, this act he on
Station wagon his chest put it
Where his back be-long
My right hook like Calzaghe holmes
That mean your jaw easily broken
Like an athlete bone
Think my ears cold the way
I'm throwing up my hood
Rob you for your money
Take the G's off your Visa
And the day B Magic get beat bruh
Steve fucking Lara and Screech fucking Lisa
I hit a nigga block just to pull it
I'm in your hood trying to play open chess
Chest with bullets
I'm all about what's on my MP3 B Magic
'bout to beat a square like an MPC
"BOW! BOW! BOW!" multiple stab wounds
Leave your monkey ass red like a baboon
Black rings around your eyes like a Raccoon
I bust it til the spring break like Cancun
This nigga dome where the iron peel
I bet a nigga stop and
Roll when I fire drills
The shotty will knock you down
For that extra shit
And the chopper'll knock you up
Like a pregnant bitch
Give you wings like a New York Knickerbocker
Run up and ring his door
Bell with the nigga knocker
Wanksta you 'bout as gangsta as Mr rogers
Not one nigga in here think
You a pistol popper
Fucking punk, Magic chin breaking
Nigga go and eat a sub for his Penn station
I shoot to kill ain't no skin grazing
I end a show with a
"BOW!" that's a Temptation
This last round called "Body Bag"
Probably get out this battle in a body cast
The shotty blast leave you with
Them dead body tags
Even the Mighty Duck when I'm
Creeping in that Hockey Mask
You lollygag, know the best is better
I leave you Red over Green
Like a Freddy sweater the Dessie wet em
The chopper made him spin backwards
These rounds making contact
Like Lens Crafters
Bitch I get long dome like Stewie head
Banging cans behind your car like a newlywed
Think you sick? Well B Magic is the Sudafed
This right hook will give you
Them Zab Judah noodle legs
I'm Midwest until my day come
Throwing niggas off a stage like I'm Akon

Get cream with the magazine like Avon
I just do it for the Love get my Faizon
It's all love when I'm popping off the heat
Make sparks fly then I knock him off his feet
Bitch you need my say so
To walk across the street
Shots fly let's see if you
Can talk without a cheek
I'm hard without a beak
I'm lifting up the toast
Start acting Immature until he
Given up the ghost
I pull a 57 like I'm zipping up a coat
Grabbed em and drug money like I
Flip a lot of coke
Hit the grown up for speaking 'bout the four
Or nicotine fit like I'm fiending for a smoke
Everything I do sell
Sail like I did it on a boat
I work for everything like a universe remote
This nigga group got some square members
Call this Nina Avatar it's an Airbender
Plus I heard John John was a transgender
Wear tight shirts
Skinny jeans and them Van slippers
I'm 'bout to make Norbes bring
Out the yellow tape bitch I don't like you
I'll beat you if my rillo break
I'm 'bout to grab the
Chainsaw I'm going Leatherface
B Magic spitting hot lines
While you tailor made
I regulate, B Magic educate you dumbfucks
Plus I want 10% of whatever them SONS touched
I'm bout to get rid of the
Trash like a dump truck bust shots
Now the train driver went Con-duct ducked
Fuck that nigga from Roll Bounce son
Fuck that nigga them two

Tranny's was fighting over
I'm new school with an old school movement
Snap and give you the blues
Like old school music
This nigga Sorry like a board game
The fours bang
The outlines with the chalk came
I kept him leaking off the
Curb like an oil stain
Cause this fag hit-men playing ball games
No disrespect to that nigga Holla
But Brixx I will shoot Tecs
At that nigga mama
Right now I see you killing yourself
But, I throw Brixx at Belvedere
And have him feeling himself
B muthafuckin Magic