[Round 1: Ty Law]
I said I used to play ball, till the hoop became short to me
I been through thick and thin like the two versions of Norbes you see
Drivebys, had to whip accordingly
Strap, out the car, skrrt, brake and cruise up, like loyalty
That strap my bitch, [?]
Yo she wit’ me like Mario, tell them n***as from the Lou he G
I don’t like him, ya’ woman park at the Rams stadium, she gets bread
Once them lights is off like a blonde, get that bleacher head
She said he be fighting with junkies
Can’t hustle, always fucked up the sale like a fight wit’ ya’ bunkie
Catch him light when he comfy
Oh ya’ daughter in pajamas? Them bullets like typing Jaz, they’ll be right in that onesie
We got a right for this country n***a, get down clown if you light light
Sipping brown now, we might fight
Uppercut him, leave the ground now it’s night night
Magic coming outta them sneaks like Bow Wow in Like Mike
Bitch, you was writing kites on the first day, they claiming Blood
Got punked using the phone was the first grave he dug
Cried when he faced the judge
Dropped a dime and came out on it like the stage off Players Club
Spray a slug at 12, grab that gun
Brian McKinght, we blasting back at one
Earvin Johnson birthed a fag, you lost to Heartless and Fox
Both Magic’s got embarrassed by them wack-ass SONS
Ya’ black ass done, say you top three, no
See growth, best shit was with Rosenberg, you like Ebro
Rap and I squeeze low
Hollow-points in the arm like when that Philly n***a spit the PC flow
He know he’d smash any broad
Say he love ‘em, y’all dated a week, like a Cassidy bar
Back then ya’ squad was asking how you get ya’ shine
Hit more licks, than Jay Smooth, and 40 B.A.R.R.S. in a 69
I hit ya’ spine when that metal get clapped
Them bullets like a coon n***a how they set in his back
His head hit the strap, a lotta blood spill
It’s like shipping rocks to Yung Ill, n***a’s melon’ll crack
Before we play swear to God n***a listen close
How you bully midgets like the Gooch off Diff’rent Strokes, and then get choked?
Put ya’ deuce in the air
We like the camera crew off Cheaters, n***as get stabbed when they shooting the fair
Swear to God Fox ain’t choke you, is he hard? Naw
Cali n***as witnessed it, you ain’t tough as yo’ bars are
Wrestling hold? Psychologically that’s a large scar
All them gun punches he finished you with a armbar?
To y’all he hard, he rep his set
Got the six cracking and them dry-ass lips cracking, he never fresh
Metal pressed to ya’ child, he looking like ‘you shooting who?’
Shots from the metal in kids n***a, no Scooby-Doo
[Round 1: B Magic]
It’s B Magic motherfucker, the show is back
React, n***a you gonna see black TECs
Two arms cross ya’ midsection like DX, check
I’ll be leaving down ya’ side like a BFF
Let’s get it going
I ain’t come to play with you n***a, let’s think of Pam
The Tommy better stay with you n***a, who wanna jam?
You hear that drill music it ain’t Chief Keef
We popping n***as in the club like Beech Street
‘Fore we get to breaking I be backing him up
Get smoked dog, with this rocket in the back of the truck
[?], down to ride, action or what
Ouija board, this a evil-ass Magic to touch
N***a I draw crazy, that’s chicken scratch
Two fours, let’s see if Ty Law could defend his back
I leave ya’ body parts mix and match
No lie, I see pussy in Ty, I’m a risk to cats
N***a I’m the best, get to spraying ya’ fitted
Or drown you in a bathtub and throw a radio in it
I’m thinking easy, n***a Magic got y’all shook
It ain’t a dictionary but when Ty see black Law book
It ain’t a game, and I’ma let the heat rebuttal you
Roll back with something big like a BBW
[?], strapped like I’m CCW
‘Cause Jerry the king Law and this a easy W
These words’ll slaughter you n***a
UFF scrub, you let Prez body you n***a
You a Training Day Denzel Washington n***a
‘Cause the Law got killed by a Mafia n***a
You ride to the Lou and get popped
My n***as hop outta cars firing two of them Glocks
Told my n***a ‘buy a tux’, he meet you at ya’ spot
That was code for put Ty in a suit in a box
Three-piece him, have this .40 against ya’ jaw
Now you could really say that this .40 against the Law
You faking n***a, period
It’s like I ducked Jones, I can’t take this n***a serious
It’s whatever with the drama and all
You’ll get the steel and pass quicker than Johnathan Wall
Heard you looking for me, was he tryna find me or naw?
No J-Lo fan, I never seen a monster in Law
So stop acting, I’m the voice of the game, John Madden
From the trey with the fifth on me, I’m John Paxson
What about ya’ friends, this n***a TL weak
The protection be all on me, I’ll let TL see
N***a you probably rock toe rings
Any n***a moving too fast get cold dinged
And if a n***a don’t bow down for [?]
I’ll take lil’ off this bow, wow, Rashad Moss
Tell ‘em kiss his fam, 12’ll get the hands
Tell ‘em what’s ya’ plan, what you think this L’ll get you fans?
You irrelevant metal will hit ya’ melanin Saran
Put steel on the Law like the Demolition Man
These bars, and these hard, body-rocking
Law ya’, will be dead like Johnnie Cochran
Writer’s Bloque on the corner with the .45
Just know it’s Magic when they tell you that the show arrived
[Round 2: Ty Law]
You got a old face, for 29 n***a
Him wit’ his rap book that’s like a ref on the field, that’s where he pen the lies n***as
Born is next, I finish y’all n***as
Scratch ‘em both off the list, Born and Jun’, that’s a Gemini n***a
Conceited said, you raising other n***as kids, see ya’ face grimace
Shook his head no, but he made visits, married the kids’ mom and stayed wit’ it
Like Jamie Foxx in that one movie, it’s really looking like that n***a raising it
I came with a hundred punches so prepare for this shit
We Ozzy Osbourne, sharing ya’ bitch
Ya’ lil’ niece a future thot, swearing she slick
Ain’t fucking but she turn off the light to spoon n***as like a heroin hit
Ya’ dame shouting, that blade out, keep hearing her lips
She yelling, that’s why I stick her on some Aryan shit
That n***a Daylyt embarrassed ya’ clique
That pussy fly to battles, land and strip, like the hair on a clit
You’ll get buried if this the stage or Black Star
My bars is deep, I adapt quick, like n***a’s that’s tryna squash the beef
Ya’ father speak that .40 get shot
This strap is like, you choosing the faggot’s life, this’ll point at ya’ pop
Creep on him and stop at the light, ya’ van sprayed
The silencer manmade, strap go ‘bllt’ like ya’ fingers in a fan blade
But with one more nine, I’m St. Louis footballs fans that come online
I could get on a rampage
And you stay with fat bitches too, that broad face is hit
Liked his bars, met him in person, Law hate his shit
Hoping y’all relate wit’ it
It’s Martin, when he thought they stole his Walkman, made a scene, ‘member that dog’s faking it
I hate this bitch and his nerd son
God made ya’ black-ass daughter, He said ‘damn I burned one’
I mean damn, she black as ever
She wear a hat that’s red, look like a Jordan that’s patent leather
I clap whoever, that flare send her
See if God exist, karate shit, something flying through the air bend her
Bang, ya’ head injured
Rest in peace Wilt Chamberlain, my aim like him, that’s dead center
In that Big Kannon Dizaster battle, you acted drunk
Let Diz push you and snatch ya’ blunt
That was me I woulda hit Diz with a clip
Just start banging that .38 like his old ass did with the Crips
But you a bitch, that’s how you catch him eating in the spot
I’m Don King, set him up and he’ll get the box
He scared when that lead flying, under his bed hiding
He dread, dying like Wiz Khalifa did his locks
Roc and Clips mentioned me I’m bless
Clips said he’ll weave my slow punches, let’s see him try to weave my TEC
We next to blow, you see my set
Opposite of Big T, Florida Evans and Clips, we got next
If akh let me get the inf’ he a cool n***a
Like Gwitty before the battle I got my main dot on the Uz’ n***a
Got more stories than Channel 9, lately don’t got any W’s, that’s news n***a
[Round 2: B Magic]
This ya’ last time seeing him alive so n***a take ya’ pics
‘Cause ain’t no way this rookie gonna beat me with these basic flips
I address this lil’ n***a on some Jaden shit
Come serve him with the chop stick, that’s a Asian dish
Wait, I leave yo’ ass flatter than a Asian bitch
Deathbed bars, everything I be saying sick
You fucking punk, I heard you Smack favorite bitch
I kill a clown, he gon’ see this TEC-9 greatest hits
I kick in his door, just to take his bitch
This inspiration for making shit like Taken 6
And I heard they don’t pay you shit
I guess Erik Estrada the only Law that be making chips
N***a these guns spitting clips like the old Smack
I let these fours free ya’ mind like En Vogue back
All of these squares get a smoke, ya’ whole pack
Get one hollow and ya’ done, you sh’know that
‘Cause I’m something different, young n***a, why bother?
Let me catch him while I’m strapped, I might rob him
Got two of these bitches in the club, for Ty dollars
I get to popping Law like my white father
Boy you fucking with a heavyweight
These 16s bomb, you’ll be dead in eight
Fuck whoever in ya’ fam like Kevin Gates
This blazer made for Ty, bitch it’s tailormade
Listen, don’t be eyeing me, I’m carrying a 57
I seen him mug, now I’m thinking of a way to kill him
I spray his ceiling
I’m old school, ride to The O’Jays, they told me staring is the way to heaven
Fuck around and get beat down for trashy barking
You a simp son, we never heard ya’ maggie talking
No alley-walking, I deadend ya’ shit
Catch him on Murder Ave and leave Law dead in the whip
I’m that nice, n***a you will never see me wit’ y’all
On top of that, you ain’t never gonna see me with bars
I be filling up these arms like Stevie and Charles
‘Cause Magic above the Law like Steven Seagal
So place ya’ bets, ‘cause if y’all tripping, then a nine’ll peel
I’ll jack son with the chopper, it’s a time to kill
I took the old .40 home, I got a lotta steel
Came back with the new edition like Johnny Gill
N***a you garbage at best
Are you ready for rusty machetes to carve in ya’ chest?
You talking to vets
Tell me what’s a fever to this Ebola?
You’ll get smoke for nothing, that’s a freeloader
Ayo this two-two will shoot through y’all
Fucking fruitloop look fufu ya’ crew too small
I’m in the projects, walking with this cuckoo cal
Black Magic gon’ get a body, that’s a voodoo doll
I see you chumps, and we don’t really rock with you weak n***as
Rookies wanted vets, so they book y’all trouble
You know if it’s fuck Magic then it’s fuck y’all double
You better break when it clap like a football huddle
So say something, ‘cause n***a you ain’t flowing enough
See this doja, ain’t piff, he ain’t potent enough
Win a round in the building, that don’t mean you dope or you fuck
‘Cause I’ll steal it on cam like Snow on tha Bluff
This n***a gonna see a pump
Or catch a beating down ya’ block, I’m DJ Unk
When you see that heat rise it ain’t a D Wade dunk
But Magic coming off the buckle like CM Punk, motherfucker

[Round 3: Ty Law]
Notice I ain’t talk about his mom, that’s ‘cause her top is a blessing
Her box is the best and I felt like nutting inside, not from depression
Them old heads know how I’ma stretch him
What Larry Bird do when he was rivals with Magic, come out with the weapons
He out looking fresh in his whip, them shells hit it
Pop B right through the glass like ya’ father on a jail visit
Ya’ fam they’ll feel it
It’s gon’ be five dead n***as instead of one, like if Bishop woulda helped Blizzard
Tell the critics all the vets, I feel they bars
Except that n***a shit like a inmate’s call
Play his battles back the shits ain’t hard
Nah Jerry, ya’ style get worn out, that’s a kente cloth
My pengame raw as Day, when he rap with his clothes on
Tell Fox drop the footage, let’s see Magic get stole on
Been ratting for so long
Fuck with the central courts and the judicial like you battling Soul Khan
His slow arms up, he blocking bullets, I’m sparking pounds
Stupid, you couldn’t defend these pops with Charlie rounds
Lee Harvey pound to walk around
See me with clips in real life like n***as that know Charlie Brown
His jaw get pounded or he catch him a shot
Three options, either I’m bringing TEC’s to the spot, telling him box
Or crippling his neck: that’s this loc tryna escape the full nelson from Fox
Get pressed at the top of the roof, I push him off, then shoot once
Wave caps make him land harder, that’s a Mook punch
Should pistol-whip him, make him lose fronts
Ratchet is mean, that strap black as that n***a that seen [?] punch
You jump cool, I move, bitch this a Glock
Fresh Prince real father, move ‘cause this’ll pop
Be cool or get a box, think Barbershop 2
Remember this bitch even move he’s getting shot
What, this dirty n***a supposed to come teach me
You was stinking at that one PG
Same fit from the day before, they paid you for spitting ya’ bars
You couldn’t even change attire like a chick wit’ a car
Kill him wit’ bars what the bosses said
Beez, said do him like a Jin freestyle, off his head
He got other artists scared
‘Cause I’m Beez, go-to killer n***a, I ain’t talking Walking Dead
Ya’ broad bled ‘cause she ain’t duck when I spark the lead
Got her head caught like Gina fucking in Martin’s bed
Dog I swear they wrestlers from these clothes
Verb battled Swave dressed as Goldust, Magic take the dusty road
That gun is old, I pull up and I dump
Front of ya’ crib, Aladdin shoes, he curl up in the front
His slut is a chump, fat bitch suck me, I don’t never sweat her
Told her like Peyton Manning, come back when the neck get better

[Round 3: B Magic]
For think you living the thug life I take you out Law
I’m bar-heavy, I punch right like a southpaw
That’s why I’m going to land lines like a house call
I doubt y’all, this ain’t for your type
Got two extra arms on me like Goro right?
Okay see two shooting bitch I’m Morrow nice
Arms swinging before the kick, Eddy Gordo fight
So pay attention, you’ll die n***a
The biggest flame-spitting beast, since Godzilla
Gangster squad, I got a clip full of cop-killers
Cock the arm on my side like a rock-skipper
I figure, real spitters don’t rock wit’ ya’
Bars all in my third, don’t believe me just watch n***a
Got in the door with the pen, I’m a lockpicker
Show Law what’s under the shirt I’m a shoplifter
I heard this bum don’t like me
See ol’ boy’ll get shot, no Spike Lee
I ride with my heat
This to put Law in order, ‘cause everything I cop gangster like Ice-T
You probably spit in the air
You’ll get ‘em all Ty if I dump the milli in there
You hear me in here, sweet n***a, sloppy and tall
Label me a criminal, when you see the body of Law
You understand, I gotta admit though, you tried n***a
So how it feel to go on BET and die n***a?
Come try killer, I run in with TEC-9’s
Think I’m stunting till you get the Colombian necktie
What they tell you that I, wasn’t gon’ bring the fire to you?
And I wouldn’t take a steak knife, and slide it through you?
See what they tryna do, they said you’d get the empire but listen Jamal, you got ya’ whole family lying to you
I heard him rap, and I ain’t know what to do y’all
I heard 16, went to cut the computer off
My shooters brawl, that’s new to y’all, I gotta do this
You nice but never kill a mic like Dr. Loomis
Dr. Loomis, Halloween, kill a Mike, I’m iller right, gorilla type, I blam cans
See every round is a body, what I’m saying fam
I’m taking three home wit’ me, that’s a grand slam
Scratch that, I brought them fours, art of war, try it
Call up Law, we gon’ call them boys, start some more violence
Go to hell, get a shell, from this .44 flying
On the cam breaking Law, that’s a Baltimore riot
Come again n***a, watch ya’ head ‘fore I put staples in it
And that’s between me and you like table tennis
I play to win it, I’m a PG vet
These arms out, make any n***a from PG step
It’s Writers Bloque, and I been repping the crew
Best writers in the game and I’m grabbing the tool
You stepping to who? Bitch I got a TEC it’ll shoot
Make a n***a head in the clouds like Penelope Cruz
Motherfucker, I told ‘em once, this motherfucker scared
I’m from the motherfucking Lou, that’s how a motherfucker play it
(Beat me? Can you believe, what this motherfucker said?
You must’ve slipped, fell, and bumped yo’ motherfucking head)