Freddy vs Jason Lyrics

Before I heard a heavy check, I been had a heavy check

Lil woo keep tryna jump and strike with me, but he ain't ready yet

If I knew my nigga was gon' switch, I would've killed him before Nelly ass

Jason wasn't dreamin', I tried to, like I'm Freddie

They ain't never did shit, but made a diss, that shit pissed me off

Just have to pick up AP on it, pros say I'm gettin' off

I been in that field with my stick, they think I'm in the Gulf

They know when I'm see him, I'm gon' fire, don't be in the cross

Man my last drill, I hit him so many times, he didn't die

Was tryna get back, for L P all on my mind, his mama crying

Man my last drill, that nigga then died, I swear I cried

I know the truth, hurt I told it to my bitch, I should've lied

Pole in ' my hand, walkin' in the crib, my mama think I'm clutchin' on her

Jump out gang stand over, shit, Osama ain't got nothin' on us

No lawyer money, had to plead guilty to a murder weapon

Get back, ain't told him, stop trolling Ched like they don't know what happen

We goin' up, I can't call it, tell the streets, just be ready

Gotta get closer with that switch, it be hard to keep it steady

I jump out with my left and shoot this bitch for Lil Nelly

I'm so fuckin' EBK, I start a war up with my daddy, nigga

Boy, I be on that rim like I'm Vince Carter

Ask my opp the type to end some beef, I ain't no shit starter

Ask my opps line niggas up the wrong way, I'm a sick barber

A hundred thousand on his left wrist, but the fit garbage out

Brody died off fake percs , I done slowed up all the pills

Supposed to be somewhere on stages, I'm still thuggin' in the field

Bro, like, takin' lives ain't cool, but fell in love with how It feel

Tryna send some shit to Ched when I catch niggas for real

Made a diss song, ain't got a pole, how you gon' shoot back

Biggest threat, boy, that chop a make a nigga two

sittin' on his block, but told the label I'm in a booth trap

They know I had to drop an opp before a new rap

Yeah, I rap, take hits, and I'm slangin' drugs

They dick suck, I'm Island Boyz, you niggas paid to fuck

This my life in real life, they think I made it up

R. Kelly locked, but I'm still steppin' in the name of love

One, two, V, I comin' for you

Three, four, try to catch him at his door

Five, six, AYN, a send a blitz

Seven, eight, this shit like Freddie versus Jason, pussy