prez mafia vs. dre dennis - wegohardtv lyrics
[round 1: prez mafia]
first off, i told murda this ain’t a battle about no pg step, n*gga, it’s to see me reset
so let’s get it done
this n*gga talkin’ all that, this and that
but denyin’ the fact i’m a aristocat
you kitten, son?
this n*gga pg step all the way to the top for this sh*t to plunge
and daylyt stamps the sh*t
and you run with it
you dumb
in that moment, i noticed
n*gga, where’d you get it from?
n*gga, that style mine, and it got no name until i give it one
and i’m the biter, this writer shook
like n*gga, let’s fight, and a life get took
a uppercut, mixed with a litle me, he gon’ bite the hook
it’s real herе
i took a verse, right?
but so what? n*gga, i ain’t gonna steal hеre
that’s why the gun so big, i left it home and it’s still here
n*gga, look, quick question, which new team did you hear that i’m repping?
n*gga, i got a mind of my own, my conscious has holes, so for pretending not to murk ya section
i will go off
but n*gga, as soon as i get to turn that weapon, and still (steel) do it again like, i ain’t learned my lesson
you basic as sh*t, like i bet they gon’ call prez mr. hide my bars
’cause he be takin’ em sh*ts, so that a hundred dollars and mulatto black and [?] gon’ pay for the sh*t, but
constipation, think about, he be making me sick
n*gga, i sat down on this round and pushed, i ain’t takin’ this sh*t
n*gga, f*ck dre
n*gga, i don’t care what tool he got, or who he shot
swear to god on rbe, you ain’t cash capone a f*ckin’ booty pop, is that true or not?
plus my dog brian, he got a ruger c*cked
[?]
so duck the lowest (lois), or you gettin’ stuey (stewie) shot
i said, this motherf*cker don’t like me point
and i get to blacking on screen like a spike lee joint
’cause i heard that bonus the shooter
and even charles spray weapons
so if dre don’t take deep cover, it’s a 187
f*ck a gun play reference, i may get in ya face
like i saw your battle with trez, the sh*t’s a disgrace
n*gga, you punch for nothing, and got dragged in a miserable way
but welcome back mr. hide my bars, i’m from the x and my n*ggas just been itching to sell smack
you let ’em eat on the pgs, he think this sh*t’s a buffet
but then the fat n*gga get a chef that cook food and couldn’t finish his plate
so at the end of the day, give ’em at least the clip from shots blammin’
i treat the b*tch, after the pieces hit, like i’m scammin’
d*mn it
step in this ring with a plan, you don’t wanna brawl
catch a stray, but you could visit the pound if you want it, dog
i’m in longside, new jersey, low, gun involved
i read ya town’s population, and n*gga, who are you gonna call?
’cause dre, ya town small as sh*t
and i brought a drum for all 2931 of y’all
i’m gunning for, you know that john b*tch like gotti’s girl
i stick him up until his insides settle and top’ll twirl
as for your b*tch, yeah, miracles happen, he got a girl
and she petite, you threw the weeknd on, made her body twirl
she started ridin’ as soon as it came on, bobby’s world
a lot of n*ggas is talkin’ with no proportion sh*t
but you even gotta pay a price when you die, you heard of coffins, b*tch
it’s f*ck the world twice, n*gga, seems unfortunate
but if i’m such a d*ck, hop off of it
morning, b*tch
one round down
woosah
[round 1: dre dennis]
this n*gga was too quick to sn*tch a rack
they wouldn’t even let this n*gga on smack
why y’all let him back to battle rap
you might’ve started the pg step, but b*tch i made it great
anyone that mentions the sh*t, they be sayin’ dre
url was like making facial changes on a created player, they help you save ya face
they was tryin’ to protect the kid from the step like a baby gate
my gorillas get ugly in the hood, these is bathing apes
fat n*gga, i’ll bow ya head over food, n*gga, say ya grace
f*ck a one on one, me and my gun are the greatest mates
the strap heavy but it help me jump better like ankle weights
i took my time, i ain’t rush in (russian), soldier, i ain’t a soviet
y’all old n*ggas playin’ past y’all prime, kinda like kobe is
this won’t be a tie, recent battles you haven’t shown me sh*t
i show y’all i could f*ck up a vet off smack worse than worse than jody did
he wanna enjoy the fruits of his labor because this b*tch sweet
go to his crib to black buried (blackberry) and we gon’ dig deep
don’t need a key, we (kiwi) know you honey do (honeydew), so we’ll send heat
and have a pair fire at prez, like he got impeached (peach)
these n*ggas with little heart thinking they could ride along
young guns ain’t really workin’, but they swear they tommy strong
my mindset like using a public bathroom and sh*tting there inside the stall
because i don’t wanna leave ’til until everybody gone
[round 2: prez mafia]
n*ggas done gave me the short end of the stick, i’m talking loyalty that, y’know loyalty this
i’m keeping sh*t straight up, this is last straw
and it’s funny how, these p*ssy ‘never come out the house’ cats finally find somebody else barkin’ out of your backdoor
i’m p*ssed, so for the green, you wouldn’t like me when i’m angry, b*tch
’cause i’m my class’ hulk, and if i spazzed off
even my pants might sag, pause
nah, you see, that was a hidden bar, for you aren’t ready for the rounds i’m wastin’, i rapped my ass off
tryin’ to conceal the plug and i don’t feel ya love, then i’mma steal on ya bud like piff did
they say he crazy, prez
[?] obese baby bed, that’s a big crib
tell ya uncle, stay home
i k!ll a restaurant, better chill, these n*ggas won’t get they babies back
nah, n*gga, this ain’t forgiving
just note that i said barbecue, ’cause the finger l!ckin’
tia and tamera, once i split this image, you’ll see the difference
i let a billiona air (billionaire), ’cause you have to pay (toupée), you seen apprentice?
donald trump, i won’t murk ya b*tch, but if that hoe tell, then we in business
n*gga, i came back regardless of the hate like f*ck fake, y’all n*ggas likin’ [?]
go ‘head and act if you want, just don’t hate, this momma jones on a smoke break, the ratchet’ll spark
i paused the game to take a p*ss, that mean i’m back from the start
and these fans
now the fiends watching him like the back on a shark
i said nah, or did i?
n*gga, that’s the question at hand
n*gga, let’s address it
it all started** ’cause** i wouldn’t**
n*gga, dead it
it wasn’t to better the plan but i did tarnish my name
and got life lessons from fans
i looked at it as a mario game
’cause one sh*ll ain’t make me less of a man
shoutout to smack
y’all see a n*gga back
whoever said that prez (dead prez) back, demeanor is intact
let’s keep it facts
y’all n*ggas think i’mma lose
[?], picture that
n*gga, i’m keepin’ it cool
[?] to ya boo, tit for tat
and f*ck a [?]
infrared dot
he gon’ see how good a [?]
for tryin’ to cookie the empire
they call us clones
n*gga, i used to fill in my [?]
sh*t
i used to have small apartment, dre, i bought some chrome
n*gga, the sh*t is so big
when i brought it home, i bought a home
and i suggest you kneel, when i shoot shots, it sting
no
i propose you getting a big box
right after the leg drop, it ring
no
i propose, you getting bow, can he survive like dr king
balcony, survive like dr king
n*gga, not with me, woosah
let’s get to that old prez
smoke b*st*rd
in the end (indian), a brother step wrong, and get the strap for nothing
[?] mack
i don’t know what’s worse
me taking another n*gga’ raps, or letting the trap down
you know, like how joe jackson did mr. rat
let’s take it back
when i first started, they said i’d be flipping tiers
but then i took a verse, and the sh*t wasn’t light
the fans looked at me like lice, but still can’t figure out how to wash me
like how did i get in here (hair)
shots’ll flare
nah, am i down for that, ff, oxin’, yeah
but the box clowns
prez’ll put the stock down, that’s my career
all heads
old heads take several seat, am i down for the rockin’ chair
prepare to fight, think scary spice, i’m the wildest here (hair)
dot or dre couldn’t see me then
or with a group of yes men, that’s lot of yeahs (years)
and tell t*top, with the porridge (pull rich) i pop a bear (poppa bear)
i’m cleanin’ up
n*gga
i’m goin’ over the flow, like i missed a spot
look, listen, watch
i got a itch to put dots over dots, that’s chicken pox
all eyes on me, which route did i take for the chicken, pox
i let it spit
think nemesis, i ain’t missin’ dot
’cause nemesis is [?]
whoever got you winnin’ is a d*mn reach, [?]
tryin’ to let lead fly through a van seat
the chopper strapped to my back
how i get to this d*mn heat?
help me, bro
sh*t look like a back itch i can’t reach
[round 2: dre dennis]
i’m from where n*ggas pull out flags when you tryin’ to ball
watch wherre you step, ’cause they gon’ say you offside, so watch your lining, dog
if you in the field, and you see a play, and you don’t like the call, don’t try to brawl
’cause you can waste your time out for nothing if you challenge wrong
i smell death in the air, i’m a heathen when i’m breathin’
he don’t wanna taste the beef like he eatin’ with a vegan
if i touch the gun, you gon’ hear it, i’mma squeeze it ’cause i’m heated
smell, taste, touch, hear
i’mma give you the fifth since you gotta see it to believe it!
i run away and let it ring, like a n*gga a loc
it’s plain (plane) and simple like you sitting in coach
it’s a scandal when i’m liftin’ the toast
prez got a problem, this black b*tch’ll fix it like olivia pope!
you wish to die, it’ll get granted
put the fifty to his mug
put twenty on his head, and have him movin’ up
like the jeffersons
we’ll k!ll ’em for a dub
beat ’em up, and drew, and jack son
and give ’em ten and use a snub
around five, i’m linkin’ up, with some hitters that i trust
and watching ten bullets fly, but i can aim at his head and give him one
’cause prez should be used to having his face in the middle of them bucks
i was gonna bend ya man too, regardless i was gon’ bust a lead
to keep it a hundred, you still would get the buck if you wasn’t prez
a savage, sh*t, i’m cory
i’ll give him wings he don’t deserve, this harvey
to get away from the shots, this n*gga just hit the floor, see
it remind you of ezel in the liquor store, see
this bum ain’t really sl!ck, but he still gon’ get the forty
don’t think i’m reckless, you dyslexic, you quick to read me wrong
ain’t sh*t funny, i ain’t riddlin’ (ritalin), i’ll make you keep it calm
the thing is drawn, and like a road trip, the other sing along
i’ll have you feelin’ (fill in) the toast, like you tryin’ new sneakers on
if these b*tch ride for ya, then these b*tch die for ya
with the miller, i’ll see see murda, i’m a master, p, it’s shockin’ ya
i’ll f*ck ya little ass up, beat the g sh*t out of ya
little n*gga, i’m 6’3″, but you three six, mafia (three 6 mafia)
f*cking ya b*tch is like the barbershop, ’cause she stay with wild s*x
she a freak, she sit in my seat, then bring the tape around next
that b*tch throw on a cover, then she pullin’ my chair up
she sit on the wood like a kid getting a haircut
i eyeball work, i hate the scale, you can tell by my fitness
if i hear about your work like orientation, i’mma come by and visit
i’ll bring the shotty on his block, and aim the snub while he pitching
that’s what i mean by sticking my nose in somebody’s business
sell straight coking, no shortcuts, no dej loaf*in
you don’t never see me play like greg oden
straight potent, i break up the rock (roc) like dame, hova
so i’m pushing keys to my death like beethoven
same slogan, it’s loud boys, n*ggas knows it’s us
when we rollin’ up, we already rollin’ up
loud boys, jersey
[round 3: prez mafia]
i’m the wildest
not rasheed, that just mean, that i been (ben) a problem
and old heads said aim at his whip, over the brick, i’ll hit you and whoever they send to block (cinder block)
there’s a lot of stake
for acting tough, as soon as we meet, you getting hit with the metal, i tenderize ’em
bow wow
what’s bow wow’s ex b*tch, erica?
well, wherever he hidin’, my men’ll find him
straight heat, ready for war
[?] for sure, clip [?], one round down like a hole in the floor
i’m not gonna dwell
but boom told me to give you coke and it’s raw
hotel room, i got the green light opening doors
home invasion, i’m only here to get them digits in and out
i run in the spot, like “where dre?”, of course he in the kitchen, piggin’ out
f*ck how y’all feel, for talking i put the smith up in his mouth
now he garfield, p*ssy was just kitten on the couch
why him, f*ck a woosah, lame, get me upset
this clip got no limit
soldier b*tch, that’s mia x
no
i aim it and watch they man dash (damon dash), that’s aaliyah’ ex
you don’t wanna get plane crashed on like aaliyah jet
get his in the throat with a nintendo controller, ’cause we (wii) up next
you done all you coulda did, you jerk, but this is really the time for when this b*tch get murked
i mean the real definition of ‘here is where the sh*t gets worse’
sig clap, got a kick back, like he hit me first
and the sad part is you walk around like you some [?] writer
bow, his family mourning, find his brains in front of a lawn so his dome got hired
that’s a mitch*ll & ness heat jersey, my throwback fire
you ain’t seen sh*t, you waitin’ on somebody to tell on a n*gga, boom, you shoulda called out myers
it’s prez mafia, i brought the clock for ya
[?] f*ckin’ scared, i’ll pop chrome, i’ll give you a knot (not) home, like you wasn’t there
think dre featuring 2pac
[?] f*ck a flare
i let a cal lift on ya, love ain’t in the air (california love)
dre, once i clap back at ya lackey, you meeting god, think anymore
i’ll pack son out back, we don’t need a target
if i catch him in that store, cheesin’ calm
then the heaters spark
i let three froze
but watch cheap clothes, why flee (flea) the market
if surf can say the chopper’s out like welvin, and he the god
this nina bonkers, pop bro, whoever uncool (uncle) shot, that’s peter parker
so suburban
he never been around them n*ggas that’s been them riders
i know low rider bloods that’s givin’ out transfusions you mention drama
or them big locs that hang around with them folks, give a clip, that’s karma (comma)
when you see a playboy throwin’ up bunnies on ya block with a drum, it ain’t a energizer
pardon my [?]
you know my partner’s a loud boy, he got tourettes syndrome
the n*gga don’t know he be acting stupid, y’all
like i said i want john john, tell a n*gga i’m ready to get a don knots (donuts) for not knowing when three’s company
but when two are involved, you move in, jack and i don’t give a f*ck who feel that bar
tell dougy he shoulda said, i’m still a n*gga that keep wheel still (steel) like a boot on the car
it makes sense, honestly, i don’t know what to think of this
they got me faced against battle rap’s weird al yankovich
a big dummy
i slide the common part of sentence, i showed a pair of these (parodies), the clip funny
city, after you shoot this bag, please have my cash like mitch money
what, y’all ain’t peep, cousin
shoot this bag, please have my cash, that’s mitch money
peep, cousin
no [?], you eat nothin’
shots, i’m sendin’ em out
don’t say sh*t, or a clip’ll come out
and as a child i was taught not to talk with a fifth to ya mouth
dedication and hard work, that’s what lyrics about
like i said, i had to sit and push for this sh*t to come out
keep givin’ ’em clout
i ain’t do this sh*t for you, this sh*t for the crowd
for the folks
and sayin’ i took some sh*t
i was battlin’ took and sh*t
and i took the sh*t with a smile
for the folks who really loved me and remember my style
zike a fat b*tch on a seesaw, it’s about to go down
[?] hoffa
the only reason why i called him hoffa is ’cause his friends is some busters, think about it
look author (arthur), why convert the bull when i red tops
count on the head
sh*t, if you just don’t want it, get slap boxed
’cause i mastered rounds and angles, both behind metal, every word that i write in my pad, locked
and this round is for my n*ggas that really don’t have guap
and since ya mouth brings less fortune, it’s gon’ have knots (less fortunate, have nots)
wegohard, thanks for having me, n*gga
and guess what, it’s two reunions, ftw, faculty, n*gga
[round 3: dre dennis]
i don’t care who feel some type of way, that’s where the grinch stay
you b*tch*made!
i’ll run up on you, with a switchblade
ch! then switch blades!
his head’ll be red like malcolm x in his pimp days
yeah, i stole it, b*tch
’cause you took bars, and act like you wrote the sh*t
there’s one main rule in hip hop, and you broke the sh*t
f*ck all the excuses, you was lazy and stole
how many nights y’all stay up late and feel like y’all brain will explode
you shoulda used your art and craft and tried making ya own
i know things was rough an’ (ruffin) you shoulda left the temptations alone
you said, i’m only here to make sh*t worse
but i break fast, ’cause i’m quick to grab the toast like i’m late for work
but you stole ya homies’ bars and had to take his words
so you had another n*gga punch for you like you was late for work
you got a black prostitute mindset
’cause n*gga, you f*ckin’ cheap
you’ll break your word to leagues
that shows your trust is weak
how you steal deposits to give your soul food just to f*ckin’ eat
you a take plates without showing ya face like uncle pete
you break your words as a man when your funds is dropping
you steal bars and deposits, you a bum with problems
like paula patton, i hope you done with robbin’ (robin)
’cause you don’t help your team rock, it’s a shame
let me explain
’cause you use the trap wrong like jesse and james
the trap was in your corner, motherf*cker
bloodsucka
sad leech sh*t
he betrays anyone that hugs the bull (huxtable), this man heathcliff
they was protecting you, doing mad weak sh*t
now you just lost your full court, prez
’cause you f*cked up the trap defense
yo, we was scheduled to battle last year, right
got to the event and we heard it was closin’
since we ain’t battle, we ain’t get paid
he was stuck in jersey, just broken*in
so you stayed at my man’s crib, and he was servin’ you coke*ing
i know all about you snorting all them percs up ya nose in
i saw him before the battle, he had worried emotions
i went to give him daps, and he thought i was mercy and frozen
you say you power forward, but [?]
burstin’ a forward
my state will make him hurt any moment
jersey
comin’ outta nowhere like surf when he choking
who gave this scary n*gga stripes
i think he beetlejuice
on smack, you’ll call murda for problems, did it on tv too
but when in pittsburgh, n*ggas was gon’ jump murda
i could see the proof he was callin’
you was unreachable
you answered in battles but couldn’t when he needed to
let me speak to you
’cause i made observations
and me and bonus be having the same conversations
yo, bonus
i fronted prez a quarter for five hundred, but this man’s a sucka
so i’mma need that giant bronco, so fam is covered
we understand each other
see, giant bronco, was me gettin’ that quarter back
related [?]
since he lie, he gotta pay ten, see what this man in, brother
you got no heart, so like a bench player, don’t start
chrome spark
better give interest to them bucks, like a loan shark
you lean on me, i’m firin’ the old faculty like joe clark
i smoke ya weed and won’t pass gas like farting not cool
go to his crib and i won’t march in like marvin
nah bull, i’ll be a mechanic, in a car with my tool
just waiting for you to come out ya spot like the parking lot full
so tell this shallow n*gga, don’t play in the deep end
i’ll wave and drop a player like dre den’ a gm
while he grieving, i’ll get a mac
and take him to see him
that (mourning) morning over when i put a m (am) to pm
your b*tch love to show her ass like her jeans was sagging
she a ballhog, i was surprised when i seen her passing
and them cheeks i’m smashing
i can’t believe [?]
i had to keep going wild like a steams reaction
you freak skeezer, she a meat eater
i call her carnivore
anyone acting rude been stutter, that’s what they sorry for
gun in my jeans, saw it pulling my leg like a charley horse
so the k9 going through a square like a doggy door
i ain’t wave my arms all battle, and you ain’t see me flex
but it wouldn’t be me if i ain’t do my pg step
we wash you filthy n*ggas, so if you drop dirt
my old shooters got chemistry, so crew not spurs
what i got in store, this count (discount), like my coupon work
i’ll move the steel (still) n*gga like you got served
i’m fat ’cause i’m hungry
you starving, you don’t eat
closed mouths don’t get fed, and p*ssy, you don’t speak
basing a whole battle over size is so weak
’cause what they call you when you heavy, wait, obese
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