[Round 1: Rosenberg Raw]
Ayo...y'all hear me?
I said, Raise The mothafuckin' Steaks, 'cause it's greasy where I live at
We pitch crack and bang blocks
Nigga, the kids strapped
You dig that?
This big MAC'll push your lid back
Ya body cold, 30 below, he where the fridge at
Frozenberg
They got you battling the county's best
Fuck ya Teflon, my aim good
I'll shoot around ya vest
Get ya bell rocked
He shell-shocked from all the sound effects
I'm Kevin Garnett in his prime
Anthony-Towns at b-
You used to be a used-to-ass nigga, you know it's true
You tryna prove to them you still got it, but they know I do
Matter fact, empty your pockets 'cause I told you to
A quarterback wit' this quarter-MAC, I'll let him hold a few
And you ain't gotta pay me back
That's on the house, Reed
Five leg shots'll have him lookin' for his house keys
If I can't beat him wit' power, then I outspeed
I smack him wit' the back of the burner 'til ya scalp bleed
I used to be ya biggest fan, you could trust me
I'm a real-ass nigga, I wouldn't lie to the public
On 2 Raw For The Streets, you was doin' niggas ugly
You was a superstar...
Now you just a shootin' star - we only get to see you if we lucky, nigga
Your name who? On the what?
You ain't half as raw
The gat silver and black on some Raider shit, I'll clap it off
And I'll give him the .8 to kiss, then pass it off
This a mismatch, I mean, Jadakiss to Asher Roth!
Tragic bars! Head-busters leavin' him slump
I keep a Pocket Rocket wit' me 'cause they easy to dump
I hope this nigga ate his Wheaties for brunch
'Cause the clip sub-sandwich long
I think I wanna treat him to lunch!
Yeah!
He beat to the punch
Reed, you a vet, but you frustratin'
I'll beat you within a inch of your life
They'll see his thumb breakin'
You on a respirator, now your mom dukes, she fundraisin'
Leave you flatlined like iPhones when they updatin'
Guns quakin', he fallin' victim to the copperhead
I stab him in the side of his neck - he got a bobblehead!
And I beat the case when I caught it, I'm touchin' Gotti bread
I counted a hunnid stacks
If I'm lyin', God, drop me dead
But Reed, you a flunkie in your hood and you dust-smokin'
[Reed Dollaz]
Never that
[Rosenberg Raw]
In your pockets, you got $17 and a bus token
You need a gas mask, my gun smokin'
I'll let it rip, hit the front of ya whip before your trunk open
Yeah, you might have to take this walk wit' me
And after this battle, I might make him have a talk wit' me
No, fuck it - we gon' talk now
Fuck it - we gon' walk now
I take his newborn and punt that pussy like it's 4th down!
Back home in my closet, I got four pounds and sour diesel
When I get home, nigga, it's goin' down
Frozenberg
Fuck wrong wit' this nigga?
[Round 1: Reed Dollaz]
Y'all ready?
Are you white or albino?
Should I hit him wit' that tre-pound Bulldog or that .44 Rhino?
Oh, I know...
I could...come through on the pegs, give three shots to the head...
That's a fuckin' trick shot off a GT Dyno!
Now act tough, pussy
I'll make my nigga come and sock your jaw
You try to run? We lock the door
Get stomped out and mop the floor!
All y'all life, you suburban niggas wanted to be like Philly
Wanna rap like Beanz...wanna act like Gillie!
Grow a beard like Free, surf a wave like Quilly
Until you suckin' on this four-pound barrel like, really
I mean..."Frozenberg?"
[Rosenberg Raw]
Facts
[Reed Dollaz]
Ha-ha! PUSSY, I'll melt you!
And truth be told, dickhead, we ain't never felt you
Them shots fly, ain't none of them niggas wit' you gon' help you
You like 38, and this .38 will do you Special
Have you wrapped up, stiff as a board, dead in a box, nigga
This ain't '93, I ain't tryna box, nigga
I'm just tryna open his head, send in the docs, nigga
Toss his body over the bridge, cement and block niggas!
Ain't your name Kyle?
[Rosenberg Raw]
Facts
[Reed Dollaz]
Started rappin', actin' gangsta, now you talk wit' a growl
Said you're movin' wit' the pistol on site, let it blaow
And your man got the burner, but when it shoot, it go...pow
If Bill Collector your shooter, my nigga, you'll never see me run
He just got locked up in two different cities wit' a BB gun
But see, these 'Ks? Like a band: you gon' see three drums
To reload 'em, cock 'em, and shoot 'em, you gon' need three thumbs!
The Kobe Bryant of this rap shit, I'll drop 60 on my last night
I'll shoot that SKS until that barrel smokin' like a bagpipe
Pull them Coupes up on yo' block, Benzs and Jag' lights
And make you Armor-All the tires like, "Son...I want 'em mad bright!"
That boy Reed back in his bag, that's what they hatin' for
But I stay strapped wit' a gat you need a key to put the safety on
If I lift that gat off my waist and get to quakin' on him
Slugs'll lift his soul to the God like Heaven's waitin' on him!
Pussy-ass niggas tryna stomp wit' the big dogs
But if we catch yo' bitch ass in the field, you gettin' picked off
Runnin' wit' a style I made, I'm gettin' pissed off
Headshot before the game even start like, "Fuck the tip-off!"
You thought you was gon' come play that tough role, on this Philly stage?
In Southwest Philadelphia, where I was really raised!?
All the rumbles I got in!? All the GUNS THAT I DONE REALLY BLAZED!?
Pussy, you fuckin' wit' a old-school hitter, nigga, like Willie Mays!
GENERAL!
Let's get it, nigga
[Round 2: Rosenberg Raw]
Ayo...
Where you been the last five years, Reed?
I held it down, bars was the meanest
I was O.T. puttin' in work while you stood in the bleachers
You had a buzz, I got a buzz - that's the difference between us
You was in barbershops
Me? I did this shit in arenas
I done traveled other countries
How the fuck is you the legend here?
That's an opinion
Here's a fact: we strapped, nigga, the weapons here
The story'll be "Reed was rappin' and Raw left him there"
Candlelight visuals, R.I.P. shirts, and teddy bears
I said...where your change at?
I'll WorldStar you
You'll be the first Philly rapper to get his-
Come on, Reed, stop talkin' during my shit
[Reed Dollaz]
Come on
You supposed to rap through it!
Rap through it!
[Rosenberg Raw]
I know, but I'm not doin' you like that
I'm not doin' you like that
[Reed Dollaz]
I ain't gon'-
I ain't tryna do you like that, but still...
[Rosenberg Raw]
Where your change at!?
[Reed Dollaz]
Right!
[Rosenberg Raw]
I'm not Bill
I said...where your change at?
I'll WorldStar this nigga
You'll be the first Philly rapper to get your chain snatched
While I was O.T., tryna slang packs
You was down South Beach, stealin' Philly Swain raps
