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letra de chef trez vs. b magic - spit dat heat

[verse 1: b magic]
writers bloque versus writers bloque, listen y’all it’s punch time
i think i’m joe montana, let me break that down, one time
in case he think it’s a game i got this one nine
you ever seen light? well you can die over gun lines
chef trez is it? well let me show you how to cook
chef wanted a challenge, i welcome him to h-ll’s kitchen
i got bars for years, now that’s a jail sentence
run in his house wit’ his fam like rev. simmons
who talk, buck the nine and let it go
and shoot chef like, once upon a time in mexico
yeah, this i pull ain’t seven fo’
a n-gga [?] punching like ridd-ck bowe, let it go
dump the toolie shoot, slump a roody-poo
if he running i’m gunning one in this flunky subaru
little f-ck i do the do
he gonna see the iron on a stage, that’s mike tyson: undisputed truth
come and get it, yeah, i’m f-cking with it, that’s true sh-t
i made pennies the harder way but i blew chips
young thug, on the way, got a true [?]
[?] strippers [?] but he already knew this
hold up for a minute, i’m down to let the chrome clap
pull a chopper, ak-47, he don’t want that
50 cal, sit him down, don’t ever try to palm that
this n-gga named chef, he should be used to these long caps
been nice since the sega days, don’t get shook
i make this cook book like rachel ray
i hit his block, dumping out the delta 88
they gon’ have to zip up his whole hood like bathing ape
tell me for a second, how old are you about 20 n-gga?
i’m nationwide, you probably know about 20 n-ggas
come get it k!ller, spit that heat, i’ma teach him now
facts, the machine gon’ be personal when i reach around
he gon’ run when it flare
kick the door, break the floor, hear there’s money in there
the llama gun isn’t fair, the thompson 1 it’ll tear
i’m balboa, ‘bout to put a tommy gun in a square

[verse 1: chef trez]
i said this n-gga talking crazy right? but honestly dog i just believe you would die
you said i’m the chef i should be used to long caps?
well you magic, so when i pull something outta one it shouldn’t be a surprise
i say this body gon’ get views after i snap, that’s the perfect pose
the show arrived? well after this headshot it’s curtains closed
i’ll even get a bag for your buds, like i’m serving dro
so try to bluff, and get the cannon, like curtis snow
i’m ‘bout to give you that work, and this sh-t the truth
i’ll be in saint louis raising the piece, like my n-gga ooops
leave ‘em red, switch his crew, but really if i lift and shoot
i say a, hot flow’ll head yo’ way like the old pistons group
you got sh-t confused, and i’m crazy with the piece
you ain’t seen this many bald heads get capped, since i brought crazy to the heat
i’ll drag ya’ lady to the concrete and introduce her face into my sneaks
then boyz n the hood, blaow, the trey’ll lift your baby off the street
it’s levels dog, the gun in my backpack, don’t make me have to attack you
what i draw’s in a bag like i’m packing to travel
let’s keep it brief n-gga
xan and the molly, which will it be n-gga?
i’ll mollywhop him first then xan next ‘cause he sleep n-ggas
i say peep k!ller, y’all gorillas? cool, i had to get the record straight
i make a ape run but is it worth it, ‘cause what’s that the chef? a waste
n-gga put ya’ dukes up, but if you decide to exit, great
you can either get out or box but i really might catch a case
you’ll get boarded, dropped
i’ll make him run from a hook, like the chorus hot
these b-tches’ll run, they don’t wanna nap with you like you snore a lot
the four’ll pop, your body stretched from a round, like a jordan box
rib shot, bullets go through ya’ side like the front door was locked
you know how last time, when the n-gga had the tec shooting
and i made the n-gga commit suicide and clap his own body like step music?
well this time i’ll make him blast the heater
at himself after he bagged his team up
reach out the arms, raise ‘em and clap hisself: macarena
i’m uncomfortable, i heard this n-gga was g-y
they said n-ggas used to buy condoms and throw them sh-ts in ya’ face
so if that’s ya’ lifestyle, please magic fix it today
they said it used to be trojans all over magic, like he was back at michigan state
iron pop, wet his clothes, then apply heat, washer and dryer glocks
drive by your block, circle it, run in your crib, slide by your thot
raise the chrome, but heat up your world like firefox

[verse 2: b magic]
this where it goes to the next level next level, i’ll 40-ounce bottle ya’ sh-t
f-ck what you drink n-gga i’ll make you swallow a fifth
promo for nome 5, all you see is hollow and clips
just straight punches
round two, i’m eating like late lunches
get a magazine after the battle, i’m straight stunting
i copped a new chopper that shoot 800
empty it, then i throw in some more like rae sremmurd
let him live, sh-t, yeah this f-cker gonna die quick
see the ratchet busting out the window it ain’t a side b-tch
[?] if he try dog done
put three to his nugget for rapping like he ty law son
you ready trez? sh-t, if you ready or not
soon as i id a n-gga you can head in a box
heckler & koch, or the [?], rise into ya’ wig
whatever left i, guess i, fire at your crib
i say hold it trez, hold it trezzie, i hold the heavy too
did you know the dezzie loading very potent every use?
all the locs is ready shoot, get up close for better view
i’m cooking about to take chef to culinary school
[?], you been stepping ‘gainst a king
give me seven days and you dead stepping in the ring
that’s a scheme, what it mean?
long cans known for giving n-ggas wings
who is he? b magic motherf-cker, the show arrived
gordon ramsay, for short call me master chef
this is a suicide mission, boy you asked for death
now who doing the most punching? get your math correct
top 10 of the top k!llers of the world craig
f-ck the small talk, boy you f-cking with a thoroughbred
curl in a box when i show him what these tecs’ll rise
chef’ll get hit with a .30 ‘bout stephen-sized
take a shot, we ain’t spinning with blanks
these buckshots withdraw brains from your memory banks
tyrese and ginuwine, we come singing with tanks
if i won’t my cousin will like hilary banks

[verse 2: chef trez]
magic stop with all that acting real ho b-tch
or i will field goal-kick, ya’ f-cking head through a steel door quick
you fought a sons member, and you acting trill bro? quit
what you tryna be dora my n-gga, ‘cause the fox tried to steal yo’ sh-t
don’t try to touch me
i don’t gotta be friday, sat-rday or sunday for it to get kinda ugly, trust me
you can meet god before the weekend, like bible study
so if he get live or rush me, just know i got the fifth on me
leg shot, make him walk around stage like he rich homie
i’m the sh-t homie, and them punches don’t mean nothing when i’m cheffing
see you smoke too much before you battle, and that substance got you stressing
you can[t even put on a show, for the brothers and sisters in the section
he the grinch, ‘cause the green keep f-cking up his presence
i take ya’ own gun, lift it, and the streets’ll be what i put your skull on
f-ck who hammer it is, it can still get raised n-gga, i’m ultron
i’m dragging him, f-ck what you saying son, you ain’t gohan
y’all think this p-ssy armed with the metal? he ain’t voltron
the tool flying, this dude dying
remove his insides, like the shoes drying
peep, i’ll f-ck up dog like snoop lion
or dead a p-ssy, like a doctor when he tube-tying
headshot, think underdog, ‘cause now your roof flying
i be blacking behind bars, on some akon sh-t
i’ll give him three strikes before i go wild, think faizon clips
you’ll catch a round, outta nowhere, that’s a rajon dish
i’ll bring something small forward and that deuce-deuce’ll light him up: tayshaun prince
when the metal, change ya’ destination it ain’t a time machine
he say the chef a b-tch, he gotta be speaking paula deen
‘cause the ratchet’ll make a scene over nothing, she a drama queen
[?], at his door with the bucket like it’s halloween
we all shooters, we just pull and pass like what we puffing cloudy
i’ll let it peel for the green, like i’m detoxing tryna get the chronic out me
i’ll let it kick at ya’ team, i call it gun-ikowski
but even my b-tch, quick to grab the arms like ronda rousey

[verse 3: b magic]
look chef, you f-cking with the wrong k!ller
this chrome n-gga, lift faces like joan rivers
[?] then go and get ‘em
call one jets and one giants, they some dome-splitters
dome, stadium, whatever n-gga metlife
new pac single coming soon n-gga, dead nice
so you can die after the battle i ain’t gon’ say it twice
you’ll be all in pain after i dead mics
n-gga that’s some bars, my ‘migos mean
address a atl n-gga if i see low green
i got a brand new thumper, when it spit it jerk
i made a song about the ratchet, called ‘i hit it first’
i’m on my ray j, you need yo’ bl!ckers
leave bodies cold, yeah these subs leave zero n-ggas
see broke n-gga, i pistolwhip a n-gga ‘til the [?] break
it won’t be the first time you see chef wit’ a ghost face
[?] to bruce jenner, yeah he got some bars but be reaching and sh-t
slow it down, cut the filler, now i’m teaching him sh-t
there go magic showing chef how to season his sh-t
i’m too advanced for these young n-ggas
listen, ya’ b-tch better have a gun wit’ her
look, i’m fire off the back like a rocketeer
wanna sit here and go back and forth get a rocking chair
word to the minister n-ggas’ll get they wigs parted
50 piece to the snorters, it make they kids targets
the gun so big the barrel said chris wallace
blow ya’ chest across the room like ya’ crib haunted
.38, yeah that black one sick
that snub-nose is the lil’ toy i jack son with
it’s writers bloque on the corner with these .45s
just know it’s magic when they tell you that the show arrived
i told ‘em once, these motherf-ckers scared
i’m from the motherf-cking lou that’s how a motherf-cker play it
beat me, can you believe, what this motherf-cker said
(you must’ve slipped, fell and bumped yo’ motherf-cking head)

[verse 3: chef trez]
ya’ name jerry right?
well put up ya’ hands, i’ll give jerry rights
fredo santana: this gon’ be a scary sight
when i grip the tom, i see p-ssy in jerry life
so you can shoot a round and be jerry west, or catch a bullet and be jerry rice
i sneak where you live at, with the d-mn toolie
breaking in ya’ house, like you watching a dance movie
strapped with a vest in case some of ya’ fam shoot me
wit’ a box full of hollows, and these’ll be in the clip, like the kazaam movie
i’ll kidnap him, without squeezing it once
put him in the car then shoot, when i squeeze it he slumped
take black magic to the woods, then he get released from the trunk
like breaking up with baby moms, bm will get dumped
the nerve of you, they tryna bark but frail, n-gga be smart and bail
before you get the iron behind bars, tony starks in jail
masked up, while it’s dark as h-ll
locked in, ‘bout to spark a sh-ll
you crip right? well i’m in all-black, aiming for blue, like gargamel
i get my b-tch wit’ me, and this mill’ll f-ck up ya’ team like cheryl balling
30 clip, just to boost the rounds like big gerald talking
you in ya’ car, well i’m stripping the steering wheel off him
even taking the rims with me, i’m darryl dawkins
so you mac-toting? well i’m gat-holding, that focused, leaving cats open
letting two fifths, bang together it’s like the clap motion
but these guns super small, and kick crazy when the gat smoking
if i was to shoot in the pool, it look like i’m back-stroking
don’t speak tools if you ain’t squeezing ‘cause my side do blazing
we’ll also kidnap ya’ b-tch, if my guys lose patience
we f-ck, tie her up, then shoot her, my guys too crazy
we gang-bang, wrap her, then hit her with a clip: that’s the ice cube stages
you too simple, you don’t throw no over the head crowd-sleepers
you talk a lot, but never really say nothing, you charlie brown teachers
see bruh, that’s how you really spit it my n-gga
‘cause it’s a difference between punching a round and actually hitting a n-gga
and if you can’t stand the heat, stay the f-ck out the kitchen
i done cooked another n-gga it’s time to clean up the dishes, it’s chef life

- spit dat heat

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