Bigg K vs. B Magic

The full lyrics to the long-awaited battle between B Magic and Bigg K.

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Round 1

Bigg K

I will wreak havoc all over this weak faggot

Grab this joke by his head and his throat and detach it

Spike the head, stand over the body and tea-bag it

B Magic you nice with it, I mean at it, mink Dragon

Gripped up in that green wagon

For them bills my man on your heels like Steve Madden

Cheap fashion, try somethin' stupid, I'm reactin'

We jabbin, put you to sleep and keep rappin

Boot his top, I should smack you weenie

Get your fuckin noodles knocked, with a Ragu beanie

Or beat the snot down your face, you gon look like a smashed zucchini

What is magic to the right punch? You better ask Houdini

I'll let famo have it I'm bout that Rambo static

Fully automatic ratchet out the bando attic

From your punches

I thought you was bangin like Shaq with the Orlando Magic

Till I saw you in a real fight

And your punches didn't connect or land though Magic

I was in the parking lot for him and Fox whole drama

Flat out, two corns beefing like a hot tostada

When y'all locked up, you didn't dump em, you ain't pop no llama

You was getting slammed by Fox more than Barack Obama

And you got em by like 30 pounds you 'posed to punish him, instead

You went for the windmill, missed, buckled at the leg

Told Suge "get em off me cuz," that's what you motherfuckin said

Right after you slipped, fell, and bumped yo motherfuckin head

B Magic

It's B Magic, one of the best to ever do this shit

MC with the hammer, I can't say my tool legit

Who is this? B mother fucking magic with the Ruger fifth

I bring the ratchet to em like a super sixth

It ain't a friendly conversation when I shoot the shit

You gon' see more than the torture rack when this luger lift

Chopper or the tech spit, Netflix, choose a clip

I let em see what I'm sayin like a movie script

B Magic vs Bubba Sparxxx, who can spit?

You gon' punch what? And shoot who? Do the shit

AZ, I'm Back For The First Time, Ludacris

Shoot the Smith, Ice-T pool house your roof'll split

Who said this nigga from the hood? Just not as ghetto

Nice aim, no bike chain we poppin metal

I smoked Reggie last week, without a rello

When a nigga go and shoot the seven, I'm not Carmelo

That’s on the hood, if I don't feel that boy

Have you ever seen Silent Rage? Then watch me kill that noise

You talkin like you got the dope, my g's put the four to em

They gon see me pull out with them keys like accordions...

Round 2

Bigg K

I'll have it where your front door need a ramp

After I open hand smack you till my fingers cramp

I'll bust yo fuckin head open like, “you bleedin champ”

Magic leakin out the top like a Genie lamp

This Tommy Gun look like I'm holdin a banjo

Ski mask with kevlar over the camo

This battle shit'll lick, they ain't dope as your man though

All wins no draws like I'm goin commando

Let’s get right fuckin to it chump, your kiddie punches don't do enough

I chew em up, I'm outta town but we movin with them Rugers tucked

City to city with 3 shooters like Hoop It Up

But fuck a ratchet I come at Magic, shoot his cuffs

He get the beats for 20 minutes like I looped it up

Man I ain’t with that stupid stuff, get your coofie crushed

Knuckle game, these fades sharp as a Boosie cut

You’ll get bodied and your mommy can't even buy no grave

Why they real life ain’t never what they bio says

I'll uppercut your baby momma out her Nike Roshes

Swinging your water-head daughter by her micro braids

All gangstas ain’t dead, pimpin ain't easy

I'm a grown ass man, Magic can't beat me

32 round Uzi, do your game greasy

Playing with an extended cartridge like a game genie

B Magic

Bigg K... my wigga, we can get it poppin

Get your ass whopped or get your ass whopped, pick an option

What you think it's a game? Nigga stop it

I grip a glock and let it ring in his face like Dennis Rodman

Please help the fella, he's dying here

Stay awake, the banger I got up in the trunk ain’t a 808

Nines or the tech, put the tom to his chest

He’ll get his whole mouth capped like Flava Flav

Who is this nigga? Somebody please help em out

Nigga shouldn’t be in the ring in the first place

You punch but I could do it with wordplay, check

I catch him by the bar like “what the fuck did this nerd say?”

Come on outside, what you think I won't serve K?

He try to hit the exit, the 50 on me the nerve, aye

I'll let the 50 sing in the club like it's your birthday

Now, now did I stutter? It's whatever with the squad K

Thinkin it's all butter, you was never up to par K (parkay)

Understand the lingo, listen here I'll hurt you K

Get a lot of pumps in the front of your whole circle K...

B mothafuckin Magic

Round 3

Bigg K

Be real, that 40 smokin like B-Real

I show B steel, all in your grill like 'be still'

Emptying your mug til your blood and the meat spill

Dump another one in your mug, it's a refill

I'm bangin out that hooptie with the fucked up frame

Brought a clip full of cop killas that bust up brains

Swinging that iron close range like a putt putt game

This 50 gon be why B spinnin like Young Buck chain

From past to present, I traded battle raps with legends

And before that, I was sellin crack with a Mac-11

Bullets through the windshield to teach magic ass a lesson

But spill his guts in the back seat like Taxi Cab Confessions

I'm hot, my blood boiling like stew in your thermos

Shotgun with a drum, brand new I just purchased

If it graze you, it's doin more than bruising the surface

Pussy, that street sweeper ain't got community service

When it’s beef I ride strapped where your peoples hide at

Have the crime scene lookin like a CSI act

Find your niece in a sheet, underneath the lilacs

With her head cracked open like a Venus fly trap

B Magic

Money on the grind, dummies in the nine

Put this cash on your head I call it money on your mind

Blow your mind on your money, blow your tummy out your spine

B Magic is the best, who the fuck is on the line?

Tell em step, cuz I’ma do that, I beat a nigga blue black

Nail ‘em to the door and shoot his midsection through that

I warned dude first so we already knew that

I kick this nigga ass til they ask where my shoe at

How they gonna do that? Run up on a G

I got bullets bout the size of a Arizona Tea

Chalk outline, get carried on a sheet

Til the back of your truck get buried in a jeep

B magic, I'm the best, killa bars I'm the shit

My nigga you a tranny, you was born as a bitch

Told your moms on your brother you was born as a snitch

B magic I'm a star, I was born for this shit

B Magic 53, check the DVD

I'm sicker than the reason for the death of Eazy E

No harm to the OG, that's just being me

Kick the stomach, grab the chokehold, drop the DDT

I told em once, this motherfuckers scared

I’m from the motherfuckin Lou that’s how a motherfucker play it

Beat me? Can you believe what this motherfucker said?

He must’ve slipped, fell and bumped on his motherfuckin head

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