URLtv, Tay Roc, John John Da Don - John John Da Don vs. Tay Roc lyrics

Niggas hit me like "Roc
You see how he did Wavy?
You better prep for this" i tell niggas
"I’m not Wavy and when do
I not prep for shit?"
Perfectionist, my style is
Five percent excellence
The other ninety-five percent recklessness
All I could think of is
Violence, I need a therapist, specialist
The gun bars I come up with
They be treacherous nigga, it’s evident
There won’t be no evidence
Your head and chest get caved in
I gives a fuck whatever dent
Don’t leave your bitch home
Alone in your residence
There’s killers I sent to meet
Her with 9 millimeters
No need for measurements we shoot bitches
Even whores get wings like Pegasus

Why fuck with Roc? You’re climbing a
Mountain you shouldn’t ever risk
You hella bitch, John John
Wanting to battle Roc
This is what happens when keeping
It real gone wrong
You ain’t the don, John, and I ain’t Hollow
Nigga, I get it shaking with these hands
No pom poms
I’ll clock you out, you’ll get done dirty
Catch a shell from the 12
But all the buckshots look like I gave one 30
You unworthy, boy, I will crack the Don
And after the crack of dawn
Have your family mourning, that’s dumb early
Yeah, son heard me
I don’t think you could stand more
I’ll go across his damn jaw
‘til my hands sore leave this man floored
Who you fronting on cam for?
I got everything but a knife
In these damn drawers
Nigga, that slick shit get you rocked
By a fan for it
Watch how you use your vocal
Or I’m cutting the damn chord
The can stored
If you ain’t packing like you got an eviction
Notice this will leave your shit
All outside on the land, lord
Aye, I ain’t PG, mid-tier, or top-tier
I’ve been a problem

Threatening these niggas since I got here
You’ll get shot here, I do not care
A shell hit his chest and come out
Behind his back like he not here
Talk to me nice, I’m not Wavy, this Roc here
Lately, I’ve been on a killing spree
And it don’t stop here
Tsu Surf, Brizz, Calicoe, I had a hot year
And for an early Christmas gift
Smack putting you on a hot chair
It’s not fair, I will grip here
I figure four will send dog to Nate
Your boy Ric Flair
It’s time to back up that talking
Don’t get scared
This nigga said he’ll fuck Tay Roc up
Bitch where?
This bitch weird, I get paranoid
Don’t get near i ain’t got flats in my car
But that four will get aired
His wig split, half on his shoulders
Half of it sit there
He wouldn’t live if they put a quarter back
I did him like McNair
You fought with Hollow to get
A battle out the shit? Swing on me
You will not be on stage
Rapping ‘bout the shit put a knot on my head
I will not be blogging
Or ratting ‘bout this shit
I’ll retire battling
And start clapping up every Smack event
We GPS map the shit, cut the lights
Black the shit nigga, if I hear a sigh
Your boy get killed on accident
I have these fists
I ain’t even trying to grab for this
I’m looking at his jaw like "what
Kind of cheap glass is this?"
You have me pissed

I ain’t the nigga you should call out
Fuck a personal
Disrespect what I’m all about but this time
The ice pick go in your mom’s scalp
I’ll put at least a baby maggie
In your brother Bart mouth
You are lightweight
See how I carried the nigga?
I was a good father to you
I took care of you, nigga
I was hoping Bow Wow was here so
I can bury him with ya
And let him know me and my
Bitch trying to fuck Erica Mena cave Gang

Let me reiterate
Summer Madness coming, Calicoe, stop runnin'
Conceited, how you 4’5" and still duckin'?
John John talking shit
He gon’ make me steal somethin'
Make you do what
My nigga? Ain’t no condonin' that
‘Cause all you do is rap about the steel
Well shit, I’m known for that
Y’all thinkin' I’m gonna take his shit?
See y’all wrong for that
‘Cause, I ain’t got to copy anybody
Don’t they got clones for that?
We here now, and Summer Madness
5 is all it took, roc
Calicoe must really be getting drug money
‘cause he got by and all he did was push Roc
(k) this is boiling hot water
Waiting for you in a good pot
I want to leave him baking
So the arm and hammer fixing to cook Roc (k)
It’s levels to this gun bar shit
Let’s peep the difference
I’m like a scammer with some fresh
Gift cards my piece is hitting
And these bitches ready to bust
It like freaky women
If I see him trying to black, I’m shooting
Police decisions
If you want to box, I’ll give you a box
Let’s be specific but don’t worry
You could get it for
Nothing it’s free admission
Y’all see the movie Belly, right?
Well if Tay Tay planning on
Giving me the mittens
Then I’ma get it shaking with the ratchet
Like Tommy Buns telling
Keisha "listen, listen, listen"

I don’t know no fucking Keyana
But, I could make Mrs cave bust it open
For that sweet stuff like a fucking piñata
Two choices, cut all the drama
Or get rest of the trauma
You make one step, pop
I think I’m in love with his mama
But why you keep calling me your son?
How could you talk this way?
When you’re my kid, Roc
I’m the reason that you walk this way
I run these MC’s, Kid Rock, Run-DMC
Now watch the plot unfold
I’ll make whatever I got on my hip
Hop out on Roc and roll
It’s past rap, ‘cause Roc been looking shaky
That’s a bad batch
I’m strapped like I just came from
Fury Road I got mad MACs (Mad Max)
He pointing fingers, I’m pointing stingers
You will get clapped at
For snitching, you could test the equipment
Now you’re a lab rat it’s science
‘cause my toast is gonna split your core
I double you with these 40s like eee
Cringing doors
Give him clip, after clip, after clip
Then more don’t act like you ain’t die
From any clips before, twice
‘Cause Charlie killed him again when
It came back around
At least it got two million views
So it’s a classic now
But the owner of that venue tried to
Pay Smack to take the battle down
‘Cause it was bad for business
Watching a nigga smoke Roc
(k) in that Tobacco Lounge
You’re really ‘bout the shit you raps?
Look me in my eye, roc
For lying, king (Lion King) , a Scar could
Be the reason you die, roc
I’ll snatch your daughter Jeniah up like
She Simba until you cry, roc
So I guess that makes me Rafiki, ‘cause
I’ll hold your cub over your pride, roc
(k) and that’s gonna show me a pussy
So pull your skirt down cross the line
I bet ten yards you’ll be the first down
You ride with him? Better reserve a
Spot in that hearse now

Well since the Cave man invented the wheel
He’ll get the first round
I’m only here ‘cause niggas ain’t
Been showing me no respect the only way Roc
(k) can kill me if I get stoned to death
Big T, Tsu Surf, Hollow
One of them going next
With all that gas, you still ain’t shit?
Go get your colon checked
Nigga, and I’m here ‘cause
I’m getting that cash it is a body
And it’s time for you to get in that bag
So just know when you get
Done spitting that trash
It’s still two more rounds of
Me whipping that ass

You told Wavy he was Drake
And you was Quentin Miller
You got to right for this nigga
That was smooth, watch how I flip it
Get it right for this nigga
If he get charged up back-to
Back like that light-skinned nigga
I’ll have his eye puffy
Niggas like "did he Smack
A light-skinned nigga?"
That’s light for you, nigga, you thief
You be biting off niggas
Taking bars that niggas worked hard
To write for these niggas
You stole my Martin Luther
King, Rodney King shit, you trifling nigga
But since you steal shit, I brought
Some steel shit tonight for you, nigga
See this round, you won’t feel so tough
Nigga with no warning
Roc stole on him ‘cause he steal so much
Get stomped with trees
The boots with the steel toe front
Your fucking head the perfect shape
For a field goal punt
Aye, what’s this? Light skin vs dark skin?
Well tell Drake I rock with Millz
Tell the house niggas I rock with
Niggas in the cotton fields
I don’t got no chills
You must want to get shot for real
Have to use the second half Smack
Pay you on your doctor bill
You who I’ma kill, my niggas run down on you
If you ain’t got you pound on you
They gon’ pound on you face swollen
Looking like you gained a
Couple pounds on you
Don’t call me Tay, call me Sir Roc
My crown royal
Who down for you, point them out
And they can have these hands
Y’all gon’ make me snap
Back smack this man out his battle stance

Nigga, you’ll get spotted in the field
That’s a cattle ranch
Once Roc slide down on him
That’s a avalanche
Snub nose, six shots and this gun on me
I’ll let off four, Liam Nesson
He taking one through three merry Christmas
Me and my niggas be lighting up the reef
Hopefully, they’ll find your missing
Toe while you’re underneath son is weak
Watch your fucking mouth if
You want your teeth for talking drunk
The next thing you’re sipping will
Be the lunch you eat
Fuck police and the animal
Shelter for giving me
Citations because my bulldog
Always come unleashed
Who want the beef? I promise
I ain’t near sweet
Venison, on my block, you wouldn’t dare meet
I’ll smack your bald head
With some hair grease
Uppercut his chin through his jaw
He gon’ have a blue tooth in his earpiece
You’re not the don
You wouldn’t be shit without your mom
Even though you should be cheesing
‘cause I’m your papa, john
You’re popping shit ‘til I pop the nine
Your next battle will be for your life
And God will be there to stop the time
Beating me? You’re out your mind
You’re gonna take an L, be cool, J
I’m a phenomenon
We’ll shoot up your house, bottom line
The crib gonna look like Columbine
And Virginia Tech got combined
And if he snitching in court
Spell it out, for a P, or K
My niggas will get rid of the pork
I told you, soon as I get to New York
I’ll really get at you, Liberty statue
I’m lifting the torch
I’m smacking you with it ‘til it’s
Hurting me from hurting you if it’s beef
I’m chopping down everything concerning you
Your bitch, I’ll lake her
Your seed get done dirty too
Like Magic, John son back get 32
We’re masked up
Put you in a bag like a trick-or-treater
You wanted a win or a classic
Well you ain’t getting neither
I’ma grip the steamer
He tried to bail but got
Caught, fell and he died
How y’all think mister meaner?
Tried to tell him that this ain’t
What he want from me
Battle rapping ain’t a job to me
That shit is fun me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It’s ‘bout a gun to me
A gun is-, you ugly, nigga

The most hated versus the fan favorite
They love to amp you, roc
But, I was a PG, so I know how to handle Roc
Charlie Clips, Tsu Surf, Calicoe
They all dismantled Roc
I thought it was time for them to
Re-up the way they ran through Roc
‘Cause all you ever talked about
Is guns that you use
And they believe it ‘cause you dirty
And got nothing to lose
And since I’m clean and well dressed
All my gun bars be up for review
But, I watched Home Improvement
That’s why I didn’t even get my Tims tailored
‘cause I’m in love with the tools
Is it the frames that got y’all thinking
I won’t let the Ruger smoke?
See every time you call me a nerd
It’s just a stupid joke
What is it about these that makes
Me less of a shooter, folks?
I only wear glasses so I ain’t got
To bother looking through a scope
I’m hard, Roc (k) , you’ll need more than
Guns and your bars, roc
You bold, but I’m bolder
(boulder) , that’s why I’m considered large
Roc (k)
You said you keep bundles and drugs with you?
You better tell me where they are, roc
Or RIP to Stacks and Chinx
I’ma send you somewhere far, roc
(Far Rock) fuck you and your gun bars
That’s all you rhyme about
The Cannon got a MAC to Conceited

That’s why he wilding out (Wild-N-Out)
But testing me the wrong route, see
You’re just now finding out
This bitch kick harder than the
One that knocked Ronda out without a doubt
You’re the most gassed nigga ever
And you wouldn’t bust a pipe if
You was adding the pressure
I’ll make sure your death be
Way too drastic to measure
You’re bringing Smack down (Smackdown)
No wonder you’re named after a wrestler
Ain’t trying to take the Kurt Angle
But, I plotted a scheme
To be your Undertaker
And Kane brother is not what I mean
It’s like Wrestlemania 29
Y’all follow the scene?
You should know what happened the last
Time that a John seen a
(Cena) Roc (k) in the ring
And you gon’ meet that same fate tonight
You want to bet?
If it works out, I’ll show off the body
You want to flex?
Fuck a multiple choice, I’ll
Fill in the blanks, you want to test?
He talking back to an official
I’m guessing he want a TEC
Where’s the check? Don’t let me find out
You ain’t come with the cash
Think NASA, when Roc get
(rocket) sent up from a blast
And it ain’t no taking cover when
You’re in front of the Mag'
And it will break Roc up like
When Jay stopped fucking with Dash
It’s sanitation
I get paid to rid the public of trash
Y’all think he cutting cheese? Please
That ain’t nothing but gas it’s a sack race
That’s why I made him jump in that bag
And it’ll tuck Roc
(k) somewhere like a drug dealer stash
It could be ten of y’all niggas
I’ll run through your staff
It’ll get at least eight zipped from the
Pound like I wanted a half
And keep count how many niggas I end
Why? Because I’ve been fucking with Math
You see the vision, these subs track
(substract) him, plus something to add
‘Cause these times, tables turn
And you stuck in the past
I know I dragged that scheme out
Too long, right? But don’t worry
I can switch it
You want a proper grade? I feel you on that
I can dig it i don’t like surprises
Pop up on me while I’m just chilling
And this bitch will point for
The shot like Skylar Diggins
I’m just different
And here ‘cause I’m saving the culture
By carving Roc
(k) for this art like I’m making a sculpture
I’ll run in his wifey crib
And catch Tay on the sofa
Both of them bitches getting more
Bucks than Raven and Oprah
And I’m taking it over

All y’all John John fans
Should close your ears, close your eyes
You can’t get personal with me ‘cause
I don’t know you guys
But, you’re gon’ make me show this four real
All jokes aside
I’m straight to it, no time for games
Think Mortal Kombat, all kinds of rage
I’ll stab you with your own
Knife, pull it out, make you sign your blade
Get it? I’ll fuck around
Break a bone in Johnny Cage
That’s how I’ma play, bitch niggas
I don’t roll with any
We not sober, friendly, we got loads of semis
The barrel big
Looking like a bank roll of 20’s
The shotgun shells looking like
A roll of pennies
You vámonos when I got the toast, that’s wala
I’ll make your shirt a mess with the piece
You’ll get a tie-dye
Chopper bullets the size of fingers
You’ll get a high five
I’ll pull straps, a pair will shoot
You better skydive
You not live, catch you at the corner store

The stock rise
Headshot, he dropped his chips
The pigeons picking up hot fries
I will get J the kiss on this Glock 9
Meaning I’ll clap ‘til he was dead or alive
I gave his top five it’s nothing to get you
What’s up with the issue?
The revolver make it a threesome
A couple will hit you
When the snub nose sneeze
It will puncture your tissue
I let it smoke in his face
Like Lady Luck did O’fficial
Peep though, I’m the type to
Walk in your crib, don’t even speck to mama
Smack the plate out her hand like "Miss
I don’t eat lasagna"
Your brother get shot in his seat recliner
Then I look to go fuck up your grandma
Am I speaking proper?
You better keep a chopper
Or you gon’ need a doctor he on his job
I’ll pop up like a secret shopper
Watch how you speaking, partner
Waste management shit
I’ll come through with machines and
Sweep the block up
Oh yeah, NWX, Big Terrence
That big titty nigga, lame
Let Th3 Saga continue to ride with him
And that nigga getting flamed
I’ma let this four cast every
Nigga in that gang i will son Shine
There will be no possibility of Rain
I’ve seen that footage with Shine
I know you hate Roc you said
"New York be booing New York niggas
But cheer for a Tay Roc"
Fuck you, DNA and K-Shine, them niggas
Are in love in Hip-Hop
Them niggas Miles and Milan back to John
I’m here to give John John problems
These nice, i’ll knock the freckles off
Of John John noggin
You couldn’t escape these bars if
They gave John John Cochran
To me, you’re small, to them, you tall
John John Stockton these niggas my sons
Don’t ever let them say they’re not
You grew up watching me
Don’t ever try to play Tay Roc
Fuck with me, you’ll see this AK pop
I’ll put TECs and two nine's to his back
He JJ watt
Texans, two 9’s to his back, JJ watt
Right after that John Stockton, Utah bar
Tay Tay hot
It will be a short stop if JJ start me
To find him in Baltimore with a O in his hat
Now he JJ hardy
I’m giving out ass whoopings
I ain’t taking any names
If I’m taking any L’s
I’m taking niggas’ chains real shit
The kick got my wrist aching when it bang
Keep playing
You gon’ need stitches thinking shit a game
Dead nigga
Is he gonna beat me? Still niggas lying
Tell him like I told the others
I don’t feel niggas’ rhymes
Who he fooling with the steel gripping lines?
Fucking with me, you’ll get smacked, real
Real nigga time

I ain’t the type to speak
On beef that ain’t mine
But nigga, why you battling me
Don’t waste time see, you
Hazard County King
Huh? That’s who you’re putting on the map?
You want to be a Maryland boss?
Got to do more than rap
All you do is battle
And that’s why your soul belong to Smack
You want to rep your city right? Then
You got to be more than that
I understand that’s the only nigga
You’re getting stacks from
But, I look at you like an abusive parent
‘cause you’re Smack son and that’s dumb
Now I’ma take the time to start stating facts
I’ll get back to killing Roc
But it’s some shit I got to say to Smack
This your gunner, huh? See I ain’t trying to
Sound scarred from it
But it’s kinda hard to not be emotional when
You actually put your heart in it
I’ve paved the way for the PG’s
Found the plug to BET
Even helped with some of the marketing
But, I seen you ran with Roc
(k) , it’s ‘cause you on your Harden shit
But, I will not fear the beard
But, I’ll face you here if this a body
I should get Hollow if I could make it clear
I blame you for this Roc
(k) era like the Reagan years
When I should get them drops
Tatted down my check
‘cause I’ve been facing tiers (tears)
I made it here on my own, I
Ain’t have to play the middle, nigga
Your whole career based on
Being somebody’s little nigga, little nigga
But fuck how much of a sap that you are

‘Cause, I just violated parole again
That just mean I’m going back to the bars
And this time, Tay, you lost
Today, Smack hit my line, tay
‘Cause, I was thinking like the
Guard from the Pacers, that
Mean an L is what I had in mind, tay
(Monta) let’s talk about that blue haired
Bitch that stands behind Tay
Who’s probably fucking the nigga that’s
The boss of Roc, but that’s beyond say
Silly thot, this nigga think he winning
When he really not
Y’all see I’m well over Roc
(k) like I took Free Willy spot
We ain’t got to dance in New York
I’ll be on any block
Arms waving, bodies turn when I
Show with that milli, roc ('Milly Rock')
But off that, what’s your excuse
For your last battle, though?
How you the Gun Bar King when you ain’t
Know what to do with a Calicoe?
It’s sad to know you missed that
Big shot you’ve been asking for
And got left
Hanging off a body like saggy clothes
You can’t say you wasn’t motivated
You was the challenger
I thought you’ll put Cal in the
ER any day on the "calendar"
You had to fail English
But since you had that on the radar
With the correct TECs
You could’ve made Cal end with the AR
You got the dumbest pen in battle rap
You should never win
And I peeped it when you tried to put
A nigga face on a 50 like Jefferson
Wrong president
But let me get that line revamped for you
My shooter will put your face on that
50 if I grant him to
You got the dumbest pen in battle rap
True statement like what’s a D Nanny or a
Turducken? Who knows what Tay meant?
See when you battled Rich
You tried to burn him with the same shit
But how you earn dollars
(Dolarz) when you barely ever
Make sense (cents)?
You got the dumbest pen in battle
Rap, but you know what, let’s keep it moving
‘Cause Smack threw Roc
(k) at the God like he was Jewish
And my bro don’t mind Hawking a nigga
I’ve seen him do it
Stage the play to stab the back of
His Caesar like he was Brutus
‘Cause we ruthless
It got it lit like Vegas at night
How you blacking when everything
You’re saying is light? Well please
Don’t say the John if you
Ain’t saying it twice
And if you don’t add Da Don
You ain’t saying it right