J-Webb VS. J.Ayube (Round Two)
Lyrics:
[Yung Heff]
j-yube never hearda, but beef he pick da worst of
caught em talkin bout the burners bang out i prefure to
put them thangs to ya lips before this pussy speak a word of
cus he sayin dat he murder but this beef it got em nervous
i aint wan hurt em but he talkin so he earned it
so we cockin back, burners, ak's n we lurkin
if we find em then we shootin, cock it back cussa music
cus it aint hard too see this fat fuck ass movin
hollow tip put em threw em see my goon really do dis
we packin lik we movin if deres beef we never lossin
n yu wonder why theres so many bodies on da new is
cus theres to many fake ass rappers lik yu
pussy watch where yu move cus we watchin what yu do
catch yu slippin den we grippin bustin shots den ya screwed
smakin up all these dude cus they actin lik dey rude
dead rapper in da booth, r.i.p jyube
fuck em, its all an act i can see right threw em
ja-yube be safe hee gotta pay up dudes
cus he be rappin bout dis life but he aint never stayin true
he fuckin wit sum troops nah he fuckin wit sum goons
my squad roll heavy but i dun really need none
talk bout burners but get shook when yu see one
if deres beef den i dun really need guns
cus i can tell a pussy when i see one
yu not gangsta stop tryn be one
heavy on da blockÉ yu was never in da streetz cuzz
burners make ya get down low on ya knees brahh
turn around n suck my dick when da beefs done
yu never had a burner talkin lik yu sqweeze one
thinkin that he boddmon till he seen us
heard hes got his weed up, catch em when he re-up
leave on his kness breggin please brahhh
where ya at now, gonnies we strapped down
masked up n headed to da spot yu was last found
lurkin on ya block but yu hiddin in da background
ride real slow windows down n blast rounds
J-Webb:
yo, when i finish your career be glad theres free healthcare
im lookin fresher then you and im livin off welfare
ya see, im a goonie, and stacks is da boss
you'll need god by ya heart, so keep tuckin ya cross
and i dont need a sick beat jus to make a diiss hot
u rappin bout guns? dont rap about shit you aint got
and u talkin bout i boost my shit?
well u da one that cant remember your rhymes you lil bitch
we can bring it to the booth, or bring it to the streets
either way, ya rhymebook gon be layin by ya feet
i aint talk about guns, i aint carryin heat
all i need's ma lyrics and u'll styll get beat
and even if u had guns, think that makes u any bigger
cuz its takes a real mann to actually pull tha trigger
think u gunna make it in tha game as a rapper and a singer
but all i see standin head down is a pussy ass (stacks- NIGGA)
and so u gunna call ur track kill-a-fake-g?
if u put me under u styll aint gettin rid of me
i got tracks out tha ass, like s.h.i.t
i created ur tombstone cuz its r.i.p
this pussy shiit, stupid facebook beef
wanna talk datt, i remove yo teeth
im yo mutha fukin idle, im tha one u desire
i stomp you and yo clik out like i stomped a campfire
u wanna take it to the street, denn come on lets fight
i still sound better denn u, and i use a rock band mic
my flow spit at you sharp like a porcupine
cant get at ma mutha fucka cuz im undefined
me, you cant find, my path leave zigzagged lines
got no clue wat im goin through, but i styll got time
to write some crazy rhymes, and come back at you hard
cuz wen im done ull be physically and emotoinaly scared
think you soo hot, cuz you think i cant see ya
jus waitin for my chance to bomb you like heroshema
why you tryna stress to a man thats on top?
you cheap broke ass bitch like a fukin pawnshop
see j-webb flyin high like a helicopter
he leave ya fucked up and sick better call tha doctor
put ur ass on tha table let em operate
got ur boy dissin my mom i wont tolerate
i get em fucked up too in a mental state
u aint gunna do nuttin to me cuz ur both a fake
leave u both speechless wit bad aftertaste
dont fuck wit diss kid cuz j-webb is two-faced
wen im not on da mic im jus set out to kill
but im way more ill denn diss pussy mans will
and tha nex track i do is gunna be rippin him
no matter booth or tha streets you kno ill styll win
gms representa you an auto tune soldier
ur face got more bumps then a fukin boulder
no wanna be bloods no wanna be crips
then wat tha fuck is c.b.c u hipocrit
you aint crip u aint killed no cop or robbed no bank
come round me or stacks family and u will get shanked
take a look into my eyes all you see is tha future
now u havin nightmares cuz you seen me shoot ya
now u all scared hairs stand on end
got other people involved including ur lil boyfriend
no point of even tryin to fuck wit j-webb or yung heff
cuz its 60 bars and you kno they bars of death
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lmao sick diss...
JAyubeMusic 2 years ago