Nu Jerzey Twork vs. John John Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said yo!
I shook his pride!
Like, "Twork comin'! n*gga, look alive!"
He died with his eyes wide open, the n*gga look alive
Beretta clappin'
Nah...you gon' rap and use my slogan, but, n*gga, you was never strapped in
I'm tired of n*ggas tryin' to come up here and beat me wit' a better Madness
To the point that I don't even want it no more...so I'mma let him have it
I'm 'bout to drag son
Rough competitions in the past, I done had some
But they said, "John John a breath of fresh air" and this his last one
Grab one, some big sh*t, shotgun outta a tint' whip
And two barrels just Double the Impact, so bring Clips
Dig this, dig ditch, shots had him relinquished
Since a lil' n*gga, I've been off the chain
I don't know where the link went (delinquent)
Back down, gang in the background
I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout no gun effects, I really hold MAC rounds
And the Goonies only known for one thing-
(BAOW!)
That sound!
Line ya sh*t
You can sample mine like the old Kanye, but you gon' be rappin' wit' a Consequence
Drive-by, hide the sh*t, 5%
Long barrel's behind the tints
Five n*ggas deep, that's a full ride like a scholarship
Ya block get lit, then spin back, we wanted more
I told ya we was packed in a Honda on one Accord
This Larkin gon' murder somethin', all of you are in a coffin
Watch ya mouth or I'm poppin' out, and all of them words'll cost him
Fold his ass!
Shoulder pads: it's gonna be hard to get Jerzey (jersey) off him!
We murder often, I'm tryin' to figure out which route to take
But I don't wanna give him no clout to chase
f*ck it let me get the multiple choice out the way
Is it A: he took this battle at home cause he wanted to get the buzz?
Or B: He the fan favorite and the one these people love
Or C: You did that promo and thought I was the one you would get the buzz
Y'all know the answer is D, right? None of the above
Cause it can't be A, cause if it's his house, it's time for some renovation
It can't be B, cause I'm the one they cop for the center stage sh*t
Can't be C, cause I already told you I'm not for intimidation
I'm goin' wit' D's - that's how you use the process of elimination!
Did him tasteless
You 'bout to see what dyin' 'bout
Y'all want me to rap like John John? (Yeah!)
Nah, I ain't gonna try it out
I'ma hold toys, I already gave you a multiple choice, now I ain't givin' you no choice
Blow boy, grip the can'
ERRRRT! Granddaddy shotgun hoppin' out the minivan
(*ch-ch, ch-ch*) It only needin' two pumps like a minute man
Did him bad, I'm really a beast
If he live, his body numb, he won't be able to feel it for weeks
Guns and ammo (enamel), you only make it by the skin of ya teeth
Don't waste ya chance
He gon' say, "Jakk gave me 59 hours and then we made amends"
That's how I'm givin' you 24 hours before I spray the can'
What we gon' make it, fam'?
You can give me Crickets or Sprint, but I'm givin' you one limited day to (unlimited data) plan
You should've moved it, and the last time we seen Hollow in the mirror is when he put him through-
Oh, you wanted sh*t to shake?
Yeah, you put Hollow through a mirror, and then Calicoe punched you in ya face!
That was a warnin'
Me? I'm on him
He drive-by, I let a .9 fly, bullets bombin'
BAOW! Hollow through the glass: that's ya karma!
Sawed off, is you an op' or a friend
Before I smoke you with these MAC's that I bring
{woman singing}
Opera? It was over when the fat lady sing
This n*gga trippin'
You stole Hitman move, Mr. Wavy move, you stole my move
Is this the mission?
Goin' 'round gettin' everybody's signature: this a petition?
That's weak offense
'Til the piece sparkin'
Baow! Baow! Baow! Three sparkin'
Through the leg, and leave out the meat: that's defrostin'
He cheap talkin', funny how it works
He gon' pander to the crowd and give y'all an Atlanta strip club scheme
Should've put ya money on Twork
I'm on to you dawg, how you badder than Magic City, yeah I know what you doin'
But I ain't gotta do an Atlanta club scheme
(*chk-chk*) 'Cause one bullet through ya head will put a hole in the wall
Jersey
[Round 1: John John Da Don]
Tech 9 favorite battle rapper huh?
You still proud of that?
Who knows if what they said he did was true?
We never found the facts
But if you still wanna know why that man had to take his last breath
You heard of early civilizations?
If I don't have the answers on my end (Mayan), BAOW! - you can ask Tech (Aztec)
Smack said, "The boy needed work."
I said, "That's not a prob'."
He go from in the view (interview) to in a suit - look like he got the job
I guess a 9 to 5 ain't enough, look how they slave y'all
Well over time I bet they (day) shift him to the graveyard
Let's make a deal, you say I'ma take and steal you gon' be takin' steel
You friends with ChampagnePapi on the 'Gram?
So? I'll get you followed by a Drake for real!
Or the tiny chrome clap, he'll end up like Jamal Lyon (lyin') on his own back
Nah, nah, let's just see (Jussie) if somethin' that small let (Smollett) him fall for his own trap
Who brought these simps in? (Simpsons)
Time to show the margin (Marge) in-between those and I
You know Marge in The Simp-, let's keep the show alive
If I assist (sister) baby Magi (Maggie) tell my brother Bart you know the chrome'll fly
So the least a (Lisa) n*gga can do is stay home to (Homer) die
I know some guys, that'll get you buried beside an Alabama road alive
We're motorized so watch the mobile eyes or get immobilized
Open wide, so I can set the spring of the chrome inside
BAOW! Now he see my point of view: he got an open mind
Aye, peep this Smack, I squeeze this MAC
I'm leavin' Twork (twerk) all over the streets of Atlanta
John John just brought Freaknik back!
I say 'round and 'round we go 'til the bloodstains turn doo doo brown
Shake whatcha mama gave- BAOW! Now they gotta scrub the ground
I'm such a cheater-
Y'all know I can f*ck a n*gga like him up any day
You predicted my strip club scheme, but guess what? I'ma do the sh*t anyway
I'm such a cheater (Cheetah), I remember the first time I let a Ruger burst
It blew (Blue) Flame and it did more than just remove a shirt
Since a PG I had the most Pin Ups, see I was the one to do it first
If I'm the n*gga that made Magic sit, he (City) know exactly what to do wit' twerk (Twork)
Aye, you might've made the DMV Live, but this is my sh*t
So I'ma lure him to the trap, just see if he can Onyx
I said, "V Live, Allure, Onyx", yeah strip clubs was used on purpose dummy
If I ran some (ransom) n*gga off, where else am I holdin' twerk (Twork) for money?
But f*ck Nu Jerzey Twork, cause I wanna talk to Raivon
Wasn't ya mother Christian while you was robbin' women? Somethin' went way wrong
Cause she took you to church - such a lovely lady - to get your pray on
But you seen it as church, a place full of lovely ladies for you to prey on
We gon' talk about that purse snatchin' sh*t
I know what happened
Cause you wasn't even after the money, it was the fashion
As soon as he snatched it, he ran home and started rappin'
He slid that b*tch over his shoulder and said, "I'm strapped in!"
Then he be like, "Don't tell me what my cool car (Michael Kors) supposed to be
I'm hyperactive
Even thought about joinin' Cave Gang just to get to Roc and Burke and (rockin' Birkin) bag sh*t-"
Never bought it, for the family and the mothers that just fell shorted
BAOW! Since he don't see it both ways I should nail (Chanel) him for it
BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW! BAOW!
Wait, what? Too much baow usin'?
That's my way of sh*ttin' on him since you claim you started the BAOW (bowel) movements
Sounds stupid, y'all allowin' that?
He missed the (Mr.) 106 & Park wave
UFF? that was me that brought the baow (Bow) to SMACK
I used to be just like you, it's compare time
Soon as sh*t startin' thinnin' out, I was thinkin' like, "This ain't fair slime."
But if you love somethin', you gotta let it go
I hope you thinkin' wit' a clear mind
Cause I was not talkin' 'bout our careers...I was talkin' 'bout our hairlines
n*gga why the f*ck you ain't go bald yet?
n*gga shame on you
You got me, Smack, Hitman, Beasley, Math - just to name a few
I'll shave his roof no need for razor use
I help him wit' a snub
BAOW! He got a bald head now, welcome to the club
I'm only here cause I'm gettin' that cash
There's a difference I'm gettin' that bag
You? Get in that bag
So just know, when you get done spittin' that trash
It's still two more rounds of me
(Whippin' that ass!)
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I said yo!
This n*gga said if I wanna know if I'm Tech 9's favorite, I should ask him myself
Then ya man behind you gassed it
Until I grab the strap off the shelf
Baow, get rid of this dirty TEC-9, now he gotta black (Blac) by himself
You f*ckin' b*tch
The n*gga said I stole a purse, that's false and it's some sucker sh*t
Suck a di*k
It's a lot of sh*t behind the scenes that wasn't made for no public sh*t
I got charges, back to back to back, that sh*t's subsequent
Ask the staff, I just got bailed out for another grip
Got my lawyer goin' back and forth to court for a month, I had enough of it
Thirty day trial, but sh*t I signed up for this
Suck a-
What?!
You f*ckin' b*tch, you f*ckin' lame
In the streets does Twork rule and what's his face, we ain't cut the same
Back in the days I used to steal my mother .50, she had it custom made
If the cops knew I was stealin' ma's cal' (Moscow) they would rush ya (Russia) place
That was section 8, and that .50 cal' MPH, would move at an electric pace
Shock him
You ever had 62 million volts (votes)!? It feel like Election Day
I let a weapon spray two cans light him
Or double drum stuffed in that cal', make it a huge damn rifle
{gun clicks} Huntin' (100) for the .50, that food stamp prices
I'm dominatin', I shoot, he live to testify, I'm violatin'
I'm in the parkin' lot, 6:00 AM on some wide awake sh*t
Bigga .9'll wait
Catch him walkin' in the buildin'
Get the drop and blaze him
I'm at the court, up early shootin' J: I'm tryin' to strive for greatness
Llama blazin', or pistol whip, get the MAC involved
Y'all heard me say I was up early, right?
Crack a Don (of dawn)
'Matics blown, have him scared for life
Bodies already on it, but I'ma add Da Don, make sure I'm sayin' it right
Hammer light, Baow! Baow! Put shells up in ya
Miranda Rights
Anything you say? (*chk-chk*) Cannon (can and) will be held against you
He's unhazardous
I pull up wit' a 100 Bloods with drum 'matic clips
They like, "Why would you pull up wit' a 100 Bloods? He's unmatched wit' this."
But he's a Bull, and this a red flag, so come after it
Gun clappin' him, extended clip, I laddered the can'
{gun clicks} One headshot'll splatter ya man
Leave pieces of ya brains in my palms, now let me get back to the matter at hand
You get a bad bed and a grave
He beg for mercy? Execution style, shoot him in his head anyway
Y'all know I'mma drop the body off - it was a dead giveaway
You gettin' lead in ya face, like who huffin' out?
I don't give a f*ck who run the south
Them Bullpen n*ggas try to back you, we gon' buck sh*t out
Loso try to run his lips, he get a busted mouth
Bad Newz wanna run up
What? You wanna die for some f*ckin' clout?
'Til I come to ya funeral and hear ya mama cryin' and tell Bad mother, "Shut yo' mouth!"
Pick another route, cause if a revolver spit and that's it
One bullet breakin' Newz (news): he open his chest in (this just in)
We don't feel jealous
That's the Other Guys like Will Ferrell
Steel Wesson
You die, it (diet) cook, like meal preppin'
Real weapon, peel at him
Blunt force: peer pressure!
Kill fella!
Wit' a snub on me I'm real reckless
Rose the (to) nose, I gave him these flowers while he can still smell 'em!
I told him, "I'm on my way to Atlanta." He better get house in order
Or they'll be sayin' Johnny paid wit' his soul...'The Devil Went Down To Georgia'
Your soul is set and you know what's next
You don't wanna owe a debt
Cause cement bricks ensure entry to the ocean depths
Ya ankles? Wait (weight) on it, don't hold ya breath
You overstep, show so f*ckin' respect
All that talkin' you did on Twitter had me f*ckin' upset
Then I see this n*gga in person, it was bluffin' at best
Blade on me, switch (swish): n*gga, nothin' but net
WHAT?!
Keep cool
You told Nitty you had a "gun so big?" Weak move
I don't care how Long John Silver: I see food (seafood)
These the cards he dealt
And now there's nobody you can call for help
You must regret it
Bug repellent: (pshht!) Off yaself
Jersey
[Round 2: John John Da Don]
I said you got about 20 minutes on each cameras at stage left
Watch the company you keep
Your whole camp is a straight mess
You can't handle a raged vet' that'll damage ya great rep
So if you don't wanna die, ask Rome DMV how to manage a (manager) fake death!
They gave me Twork in Atlanta
This was such a petty plan to pull
Y'all seen me eat people, and this is what you hand the Bull (Hannibal)?
The hammer full, I hope you ain't expectin' any clout today
Y'all know what I'm 'bout to say
Now we gon' get this multiple choice out the way
Should I A: Never mind, cause that's the story I always tell
Besides, I'm tired of testin' these n*ggas that always fail
I'm not tryin' to sound intimidatin'
But he tried the multiple choice
But he gotta trust the process of elimination
Is it A: caps club like there's a dress code for the club
Or B: chest shot him, give himself a hug
Or C: go for the knees, he be the first Cripplin' Blood
Or D: Start from his feet and shoot
(All of the above!)
n*gga, you ain't turned Blood 'til you made it to the main stage
And I find it way strange you and ya big homie the same age
The game changed
Another rapper ridin' this gang wave
Y'all heard what happened with Tekashi
Why the f*ck y'all let him get in this tre way (Treyway)?
Aye, remember when I battled Hitman?
And I told him, "How are you a part time Blood but a full time f*ckin' punk?
You gon' rep that 5, gotta rep it all the time, can't claim it when the f*ck you want
See where's that red flag at right now? Exactly see you f*ckin' up
That's how I know you pus*y cause you only bleed
(Once a month)"
But you different though
Flamed up is how y'all want them to remember y'all?
Well I bet all that bleedin' stop if I give this pus*y men a pause (menopause)
I p*ssed him off? Good I couldn't wait to get ya clique involved
I only brought one box to put this fake hero in (heroin), but it's fittin' all (Fentanyl)
My men of war? All them real from office deals to corner drills
We make movies so if you wanna Get Out without Us breakin' ya jaw, then (Jordan) peel! (Peele)
Boy I should chill cause this the longest (mil) I ever bought for real
I call it the lean, mean, fat burnin' machine
So it can get at least four men (Foreman) Grill(ed)
The Horsemen will, kill the Goonies
So please don't get ya homies smoked
I thought about Glue and A. Ward (gluin' award) like my trophy broke
Give Twork to Hymns on the low so (Loso) Ryda don't look that soft
And since Saga's been delivered from porn, he could knock Jakk off! (jackoff)
At least one of y'all gettin' pus*y - there's no doubt about it
'Cause every time Twork f*cks a battle rap b*tch, he runs his mouth about it
Make it hard for the next n*gga to f*ck - that's sorta hatin on 'em
Well if nobody else can take their shot you 'bout to take it for 'em
He told Top he f*cked Coffee Brown in Vegas
It sounds great yeah, but n*gga you know what happens in Vegas supposed to stay there
Metal right outside them pearly- yellows and this sh*t'll fly
Since he like to kiss and tell, tell him kiss his lips goodbye
Listen guy, visit the nearest clinic by, check ya health
You know what they say, "Women known to twerk (Twork) don't respect themselves"
I disagree, cause I can teach an old thot to cop that fully
So if she wanna twerk (Twork) I tell her, "Don't stop - pop that pus*y!"
Who said this n*gga can't perform? Miss me with that babble
'Cause how the f*ck is this a special move in a rap battle?
So now I'm here to get work done
Put an end to all that b*tch ass bouncin', so y'all can miss twerk (Twork) somethin'
Why surround yourself wit' Yes Men when you know better
You kiss and tell, I wish 'em well - who treat the hoes better?
I rap better, drove better, drink better, smoke better
Even though y'all never really seen me do it, I even- Jersey

[Round 3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I still remember, the first time this guy came through
Stole Hollow name, that's just how they do
John John Da Don...should've been John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
'Cause you was like, "His name is my name, too."

[John John Da Don]
I heard that already

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
That's nonsense
Lil' .9 grip
And this baby come out on this high yellow n*gga I'm givin' John this (jaundice)
You f*ckin' diva, wanna be 'em, woman beater
c*ck sucker
You hit that b*tch over some sh*t she did when y'all was broken up?
Y'all not cuffin', that's why they labeled the term an "X" (Terminix), stop buggin'
Glock dumpin', what the f*ck this man 'bout?
.45 I'm at the crib tryin' to tuck the can' down
And drew (Andrew) and if this Colt come out the pocket ya Luck just ran out
Stand down, I'm tryin' to split somethin'
Errrr, drive-by, Sig' dumpin'
Baow! Baow! Left 'em all dysfunction
Drove off, came back and n*ggas was still doin' the same thing- I ain't miss nothin'
Big bustin', .9 piece
I can push one button and the toy make noise; try me
Put an end to n*ggas
Plan to run up and take 15: that'll end the mission (intermission)
Grip a Smith n'
One single shot when the pistol spittin'
I let one out - Baow!
Holy cow! That's Hinduism!
I'm sick of n*ggas, I had enough of that
Double drum on the MAC when I buck the gat
I'm 'bout to lose?....Why you was duckin' Jakk?

[Jakkboy Maine]
You a fraud n*gga
You fraud dawg, you duck my fade-

{Jakkboy comes out but John John says, "I can't let you rap." The crowd starts booing. Twork leads the crowd into a 3-0 chant}

[Jakkboy Maine]
You fraud dawg, with three 16's (3:16) I'll John Wick F. Kennedy John John

[Twork]
We out we out we out. f*ck that

{Words get exchanged between Twork and John John and a scuffle breaks out and the PPV cuts to a Rum Nitty music video. John John comes back to spit his third after about 10 minutes and the crowd is constantly booing him.}

[Round 3: John John Da Don]
They say SMACK battlers can't rap without talkin' 'bout how they K spit

{Crowd boos}

Twork baowing everything, Roc the Gun Bar King, and they the faces
So now these next PG killers see these n*ggas and think that's all they need to make it
A bunch of kids that need to be Pamper(ed), so daddy's here to change sh*t

{Crowd boos}

Let's stop with the comparisons, please! You n*ggas trippin'
SMACK pushed him on to them, the fans pushed me on to SMACK
There's a big difference
They ain't want me on SM2, still left a vet scarred
Meanwhile, he could choke and lose, and still end up on the next card
Even his first battle on URL was in front of a fun crowd
My first battle? Was in the studio and it was one round
Soon as I hit the big stage I got love, no cap
And from ya DNA results, me and Blood don't match
I seen him Friday, actin' like he never did what his boss say
Well, if I had to judge a way in (Wayan), Brother, you been force fed
Yeah, Friday, Wayans Brothers
You been spoiled since the beginning, akhi
Even though everything I do pops, you never seen John with a spoon (Witherspoon) from anybody
You wanna be the PG GOAT? I don't care, whatever
Cause if he ain't ready, I'll have him and Prep paired together
Somewhere in the cloud, like they movin' to a skyscraper
He can even see Wave from next door, he got some nice neighbors
Way play yourself no showin' for some light paper?
Look at this mess he left now, let's hope he make it right later
URL wants you to burn them bridges, call it "a slight favor"
So when you drown you can come around and be ya lifesaver
If anybody can brainwash these new fans, you can
So for principle (principal), I can't allow Twork (twerk), like a school dance
Not tryin' to sound rude fam', I just don't hold back
So you gon' have to stay woke on ya own if you don't those facts
Clique hopper, you don't run anything but mouth
He Offset, but on the card he (Cardi) do anything for 'Clout'
Tried joinin' NWX, I know what made you leave
Couldn't get any Shine at the Top cause there was never any DNA to reign (Rain) supreme
You claim a team, influenced by drugs (Drugz) and that's the problem
How he up next to bat, man (Batman)?
Ain't Jakkboy supposed to be robbin' (Robin)?
What you got to show for (chauffeur) Ryda?
The backseat? He'll never be the one drivin'
Where he puttin' Glu'? Easy (Glueazy)
On his head to help keep his hood from slidin'
I be Wild N' Out with Hitman Holla 'bout them deposits
My n*gga Arsonal be in the air so much
The fans thought he got promoted from a bus driver to a pilot
You see you f*ck wit' n*ggas that need it, I f*ck wit' n*ggas that got it
So what's a Goonie to a motherf*cker that's Goblin?
Have y'all seen The Goonies? Nah, like, for real, have you seen the movie?
Ain't it about some big ugly Sloth lookin' motherf*cker with a team of goofies?
And they was on a mission for gold
Takin' all kind of measures 'til I- I wonder wit' One Eye will he (Willy) find the treasure
Every bar don't gotta be about ya Beretta shoot
You see how I went a whole round without lettin' loose
I'm tellin' you, get rid of the baow (Bow) Wow can see errors (Ciara's) move
That'll be the last BAOW he ever do
He promised me he'll make it a fight
Whoever came for Twork (twerk), I bet they ass shakin' tonight
So please don't say the John if you ain't sayin' it twice
And if you don't add Da Don you ain't sayin' it right