[Round 1: Ave]
Nitty, tonight, I'd advise they would be no horse playing
Bring your best; this was a fresh move
For you, still an L, ‘cause I ain't Chess
They say my style placed me top of the rookies
Well, I feel like Trey in the crib
‘Cause punching with tiers finally got me this p**y
Nitty, what's goodie?
f** that! You brought your block for support?
‘Cause I could tell these n***as not what you thought
The first Quarter with the problem getting dropped
But if the Glock the resort
You'll hear shots popping in Quads; think Pac in New York
See, quarters is quads
The same place where n***as set it on Pac
n***a, you're just a stepping stone to get me on top
But apparently, being drugged is your plot, y'all think not
He was fiending to be on Smack, now he begging for Roc
But they sent me to put the chalk to him
So if I Am Legend
Then watch how I wash dog while I talk to him
Just ‘cause the Poet mark you a genius
That don't mean you on point, son
‘Cause you know Kevin Johnson in Phoenix
I get to sparking these ninas
Well, you'll be Denzel in He Got Game
Go from the box to you talking with Jesus
See, y'all the reason n***as thinking they tough
‘Cause repping that 4th Quarter
Only mean sh** will change for a buck
Wait, hold up, see all this Crip sh** you spit out your mouth
Don't mean nothing when my n***as in route
He'll white flag once my clique at his house
That's where you see these n***as in living color
‘Cause after the first clip, the b**hes come out
I mean, these 4th Quarter n***as ain't hard
They're scared for ya
As soon as you fired on, they off; go Craig on ya
Or I'll rob you ‘til your bread shorter
Put that drum stick to your thigh
You either come off the chicken or lose a leg, Quarter
But you ain't in the streets at all, you bum
Your heart not strong enough to run that base; you John Q son
You strapped up? Well, I'm armed too, chump, the war started
f** your vest, let it scream on caps; I'm Troy Martin
Pardon, no sparkin', gun bu*t with the mean grip
The serial smack his face, like he riding with Queenzflip
‘Cause we ain't slip with straps, what's cookin'?
I'm on my Voletta Wallace
I brought that big poppa back through Brooklyn
So f** Rum! Besides, I be drinking on that Henny
It won't mean sh** to leave him stinking from the semi
But they ga**ed him up thinking he gon' hit me
But he don't want to be the one sent
To face the right; that's Lincoln on a penny
And I still got the weapons to end it
So you can go from the right to bare arms
Like the Second Amendment
I extended the sweetest piece
So if B's [?], this West Coast n***a dead by 30
I'll make it easy, E
He ain't beating me, nor one of these f**ing f*ggots
If you got rage to come after Ave, just don't be average
See, you talking it like you straight k**ers
Soon as he hook, put money on, they book, like it's JPay, n***a
I don't care if you Crip bang, b**h
One shot will finish this 4th Quarter in Phoenix
I don't bull in the game 6
Y'all pump packs and sh**… Wait, backtrack, 4th quarter, Phoenix; that Game 6 shot was Paxson, b**h!
I stash that fifth, and beat the foul out ya
Then point it at the back of your head; that's Alfalfa
It ain't nothing tough ‘bout ya, see, I stay fight ready
And I off the n***a cap; that's cake like Prezi
How he gon' check me?
Y'all ga**ing this n***a like he go so hard
That's with the scam in on a card; you're like a ZoGuard
But you ain't getting real dough, n***a
Nobody on foot ball between bars but a field goal kicker
I fear no n***a, so let him be stupid to prove he truly swing
Put a clear round in this p**y; my shooters NuvaRing
f** who he bring, ‘cause if they cross them trenches
He the first down, soon as he get the fourth and inches
Wait, but you Writer's Bloque, right?
Well, where the f** them clowns when you need them?
Soon as J see the big cannon, the rounds gon' delete him
But Danny get the shotty right in his mouth, when I see him
Think Yo Gotti, ‘cause soon as it goes down, end of DM
And since Magic want to know who's a new k**er
Yeah, I know the answer
Aye, I can reenact how you shoot and step over Lou n***as
So f** what this clown come spit
‘Cause when I'm smoking the 4th Quarter
That only mean he down 1 zip. Time, man!
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum Nitty versus Ave…
Damn, Smack got me moving backwards
You don't see that I'm the truth? It's like I dropped a tier to give you this shot; I'm Nino on the roof
Don't leave out the venue
I see n***as squeezing out the Coupe
My white boy from Queens said
“Soon as you done: leave, he finna shoot.”
They brought the best to him
And they bet, Norbes and Myers
Put papers down for this sh**; public restrooms
I'll f** your b**h p**y with the 9 barrel, Nitty trippin'
Make sure your girl's tore with the mill, like Drizzy dissin'
Then he gets it, if I forget the mittens, I'll slide through with tube socks on the time; that's Risky Business
Or he'll get the blade, stick it in your temple, twist it
Pull it out, and run it back in your head, like you're reminiscin'
The punch crazy, but the set-up
Get caught later, like Jimmy Henchman
I'm dope, n***a
I'll OD in this b**h if I come out the coat with it
Then mark you out before the chest shot; Pulp Fiction
If I whip the piece, your family f**ed
Head shot your mom's sister
They gon' have to M-O-P your aunty up
Handle what? n***as dyin'
You'll see a flash from behind when the milli light him
That was fire, coming from the background like Gwitty hypin'
Lift the iron, I'll let a dummy go off the top, like 50 Tyson
But they say you're washing me. I say “Cool, cut the check, then he's who I'ma air out next," like a tracheotomy
Don't lie to me, ‘cause I'll be at your crib knocking
With a big fifth, that b**h Shining
Catch what the nickel send through the door
n***a, here's Johnny
Something fat and a little colt, it be a big body
Catch the Tommy, Boy, and rip your back, like Chris Farley
If I raise sh** sparking
I let that b**h go “blaka”, n***a, like he Facebook stalking
Or I'll be at your door and all
The whole house'll rest, ‘cause that sh** you on ain't cool
You took it too far, now I'm going off
I know he soft, from the jump I get it in
So many men die when the coin toss
Nah, I got a hundred in the drum to get busy with
He try to run – guess whose back getting 50 sent in?
I lock and load, riding out with the squad for sure
I get it jumping for the Quarter off top, n***a, I'm the goat
f**ing maricón!
Two shots, leave Roc laid on Ave; it look like cobblestone
You copy, holmes? One from the can pop at him
I let it fly, it will break up Ave, like Hanco*k landin'
What your hands like, family?
You'll get your chin broken; right, left, left, right
You'll get clocked back and forth, like hypnosis
I'm a 40 sparker
I'll let it wet across your forehead like holy water
He known for talkin'; me, I'll lift it and squeeze
He try to dip, then this sh** erase your back
Like when your earring's missing a piece
Gun Line King, I used to let the can go daily
Beam on it, I inf a mil and catch you with the semi lacking
That's what the can for, baby
We don't keep it cool; real life sh**, I keep a tool
Pull and squeeze and shoot
Let ten open up on his face, like peek-a-boo
He done joined the Cave
So now he think he royal every time he come around, right?
Well, I'll give you kings ten, Ave
Head shot, lift your crown heights
I'll run inside, lace the crib, shooting over the table, sh**
Take his ribs, bet five racks I won't miss this trash n***a
I'm Money Making Mitch
Real sh**, you can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… (k** yourself!)
[Round 2: Ave]
Hottest in the city, they heard that I'm really poppin'
I'm good on every block, I ain't got to be milly rockin'
Ave nice, and the last dude that doubt that, n***a
Died f**ing with the boss; he went out like Blizzard
You'll get the picture, I was planning to k** you in the future
They wanted to see the king this March; I'm Martin Luther
You're just hyped up when you matter
But now that I get at him
Even they see you bodied, b**h, that ain't biting in the Apple
I'ma snap him, take it past rap, I bet I'll leave him there
Soon as I eyeball a Quarter, like I don't need a scale
Tell your people bail, ‘cause I won't even speak
Just “shh”, aim on a n***a, then I OD B
He ain't got to get the Glock, goddammit
n***a, he'll be socked up
Like when you give a back shot standin'
I could handle him with a mean right; but on the other hand
A pump can light up the face, like Halloween night
‘Cause they just seem hype
You know, clown face, sound brave
Throw their fours up like they're wild, that's what wild rage
That sh** for the crowd, ace
Bet if we scrap, y'all gon' see his troops jet in the back
That's Colonel Guile stage
That's child play, the Internet digging this f**ing clown
You think you Pac? Well, try to be digital underground
‘Cause can't no dummy play me. My lil dog be going bananas
Kicking cans; even my puppy monkey, baby
But I ain't get patted down, I'm concealing the Smith 'N'
So watch your lips whenever a real n***a spittin'
I go to kicking my rounds and hear these clowns
And get the feeling they trippin'
I dump the 40 while I'm cooking; that's Steel in the kitchen
You see the difference? With punches, I'm an animal, duke
Even handle you with the hands? ‘Cause these zoo landers, too
See, I can beat this geek up
Or with this stick, cap around on the eye
Then shell his body, like he Mr. Peanut
Y'all got me f**ed up
What, y'all don't think that we hold lead?
I kick up in his spot, that Glock to his forehead
He don't open up that box for the bread
Then what he face even uglier if locks get cut; that's O-Red
Then I'm swayze when that shotty through spittin'
‘Cause as soon as you see this b**h run up on me
Watch the body get lifted
Who want a dirty dance? 30 in the can sparkin'
25 in the 4th Quarter, like Reggie in the Garden
But you don't want to lose your life right here
You'll end up with a light pop at head; now, that's a bright idea
My n***a Law told me, "Punch out silly, Rum on a roll!"
Well, I'm in it, Ty, I doubt it if this bird out-spit me
See, he ain't even peep that word out, did he?
I said "In it, Ty," put that together, I ain't worried 'bout Nitty
‘Cause Cornell's not a shotter
I flesh Corn, and your sh**, you'll pa**
But you won't die just proper
I'll get him popped up, matter of fact, nah, I'll k** his a**
Dome shot, head hit his shoulder; look like the Thriller dance
See, I can give him jabs, ‘cause the left done left a lot shook
Or a hole around in the neck, look what the shot put
That Glock cook, but the rifle round is madness
I'll touch through the lens; that's Calvin gla**es
Or I'll catch him with his folks hanging
Close-ranging, low-aiming
Both bangers ringing together; look like I'm rope swinging
Bro thinks I'm joking, but I'll smoke him on the scene
Two grips ripping his shirt; he Hogan in the ring
f** you mean? You know we talk that slick talk, that stick talk
Bullet in his shoe if he move, now tell this Crip, "Walk!"
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
So you're in Roc family, right? Well, that sh** fake
I'll whip a big blade, it's about one foot, it's for your kin, Tay
Get slayed, stand over the body with the stick waived
You're number 2 in the city, you're used to being under a big K
I'm straight to it, I'll be going for blood from the jump
Radio Raheem rings; I don't show a hater love when I punch
Get your mug pushed in, jump and let a slug cook him
Ironic how I'm going to destroy Ave but I love Brooklyn
Way different, just expect I'ma shoot you
You press my bu*tons, soon as I see money, I'ma pull out
Does this register to you?
You thinking I'ma get k**ed, that's grimy
‘Cause what I kick, give you three clear rounds to the side
Like an Air Max 90
I'm finna have a blueprint to k** this geek if this works out
Oh, y'all ain't peep Verb versus SB?
I started off with the remedy in the first round
I let it ring, if he survive, your man in surgery next
He come back and get the second ring
Or visit your city with the matics poppin', and I'm robbin'
Trying to get rid of your house in Virginia, like Magic Johnson
I'll clap an artist, good shot, that's a marksman
Pull a bow and put an arrow in his face; Ave a target
I send my young n***as dumping out the steel
They get one off – *BAH*
The first pop warn a n***a how the youngins in the field
I got a clip full of hollows for whoever talk; I'll leave four of these b**hes smoking on your roof, like Set It Off
No matter a vet or a rookie
‘Cause I've been letting loose ever since I came out, baby
But the key goes to flex on a p**y
Get pistol whipped with the MAC; I'll Big Pun a b**h
So if this guy goes upside your head, it's capital punishment
s** a dick! I'm known to smoke b**hes
I'll make a nice n***a hang it up, literally
You missed the punch, that means I'll rope a dope n***a
Got an aim slanted when I hold the four spittin'
Sideways, I'll peel out a round on Ave, like I'm Tokyo driftin'
Behind these bars
He's going through some sh**; Shawshank escape
I get it poppin', pet adoption; I'll put dog in his place
I give a f** if a n***a big, I'll be all in his space
You can be Tyson cut, don't mean you want parts in the fade
But y'all call it shaking, right? Cool, I got you a little later
The nina k** him, two of these'll peel him
I'll let it black and fly in his face, like FEMA children
You type done, you'll lose all train of thought when the 9 dump
A head shot will make him blank it out, like Mike's son
I'll light one, you make a move, you'll get done dirty
The DE tick off sides if you jump early
But n***as stay talkin'. Remain calm, or the blade on him
Then I run it across Ave, like I'm jaywalkin'
Tez on Twitter acting like he want to smoke – okay, partner
If the fifth in the shorts
Then I'm whipping it on Cort', like James Harden
I'll straight box him, he say something crazy, I'ma swing
2K free throw, soon as he get to the line
We get it shaking on the screen
Don't try to scam me, I got nice hands and something nice handy. And I'll pop a round in your life, like a white family
KG gave me the extra magazine
Like, “You might wanna beware, not scared.”
He'll get a head shot
The clip I got from Kevin bakin', I'll let it air up there
And your squad can't jump in, this is yo' bag. Joey Jihad sh**; you better take these punches on your own, Ave!
I don't like you b**hes
So watch the boy from the Quarter black and enlighten n***as
Large slug, I'll ice you with it; nothing small's in the clip
A little n***a spit big 16's, like "Sky's The Limit"
Real sh**, you can't keep it real yourself
n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…(k** yourself!)
[Round 3: Ave]
To all you little n***as sending shots at the game, scram
Switch up your game plan, ‘cause sh** changed
Don't send a shot that's way out your range, damn
Like, get this in your brains, fam
Before you make a Roc round
You got to see Ave first, that's on the Cave, man
Don't even play if y'all ain't k**ers
‘Cause you gon' have to be more than sharp for Tay
You know rock breaks scissors
But now that I'm up in the picture
n***a, step to me, go ahead and sleep
But as soon as I catch you restin', peace
See, I'm that n***a in the East, n***a, they was checking for me
Basically, you get to eat off my flow; I'm Victor Sweet
See, that's why we're different, geek
‘Cause see I've been about the action
30 under the 40; that's an improper fraction
I clap whatever pop in his mind, so you'll be dead before Smack transform him, the first opp to miss prime
‘Cause never mind, ‘cause they don't need him
Maybe I can leave him undercover next to God; I'll J. Reid him
Who can't see him? My flow sk** only prove that he roadk**
I'll beat him at his style with a touch, give it that road feel
And yo, f** that punchline belt that they say you hold, queer
‘Cause I'll put a tip to that title, like it's a Hov deal
I'm so ill, my flow hell, bro
sh**, I done took plain bars and washed bodies, like hotel soap
I'll let a shell go, but he ain't got the heart to be strapped
Don't no n***as in Phoenix ring, blame Barkley for that
But I got smokers that clap, n***a, they stay with it
Soon as you see us whip, let that HK hit it
But I don't need cash to pay they ticket
sh**, I can slide a cookie on the card, just like Day-Day did it
You want to take a thug's gamble?
Well, understand, I'm strapped and fat
On both sides, n***a, I love handles
So f** beef, ‘cause we run to it
Sign on a pair of pennies
Watch the tongue before you see one through it
But you ain't stupid, and you know that if we rumble, you out
So why speak what you don't want to be 'bout?
Like, be humble, don't go running your mouth
Or you can get a buck 50 upfront
I'll start his own GoFundMe account
See, they doubt us, ‘cause we some south hitters
Well, I'm in your cotton picking yard
Holding my uncle Tom, "Come out the house, n***a!"
Big mouth, get a f**ing bum murked up
‘Cause I doubt if he can hold steel, like your son first cut
It's all a bluff, y'all buying all this reckless sh** he talk?
I mean he ain't really shooting; he Tom Sheppard in the park
So put your state on the map and just chill
Keep it rap ‘fore that AR is on a n***a back for real
You see the sk**, they k** for the type of sh** Ave write
I'm John Stockton with a dish to Malone, I'm past nice
Make your riders pay bucks up front, like a cab price
So when your team cap right on the head, it's draft night
‘Cause you bad, right?
Cool, well, the shots will get fatal
Let him run, sh**, we ain't done; spin the block, like a dradle
‘Cause we ain't worried about the jakes, dog, we play raw
I don't feel it's a big risk, f** it; that's Ray Charles
But see, y'all support these bluffs
Meanwhile, I got a n***a trying to fight justice
Like Chicago with the brush
So before you start acting all hyped from your yes men
Just know, life ain't make you six feet, but d**h can
So you saying sh** to fit for the footage
‘Cause where I'm from, we're gon' pull it
Long as it got a fire pin to the bullets
A high point 40 saved my life, I fell in love with that
That plastic was popping them rounds
And it wasn't bubblewrap
But KG claim the West on your back? Well, when you're shot and end up in a heavy bag, thank Kevin for that
So I hope he brung his chopper
‘Cause soon as he done, partner, n***as get lumped proper
We still owe them one for Hoffa
Now, I ain't making this no Westside hate
Well, if it's popping sh**, then part two
They told me, "Next, fry Day!"
‘Cause I don't play, that tough sh** that he saying, made up
Straight fable, you s** on cable; fake f**
‘Cause you talking like you banging that steel
But see I really doubt that B be gunning
Unless you thinking like Bill
See I can punch him to d**h
Not just with bars though, my hands is a problem
I'll leave him lumped up, bad as Apollo
See, I ain't only got to blast it with hollows
I mean, the Bible said “Thou shall not steal”
That's the only Commandment I follow
I know I'm sinnin', Lord
No, *blaow* – look who I'm sendin', Lord!
You'll see a Quarter flip in the battle, like the beginning, or
Squeeze this round, well, I can leave the semi now
‘Cause they ain't getting the prints, like Patrice McDowell
I got now, I told you fix my plate, right, Smack?
‘Cause they be sleeping, it's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a f** about these s**er n***as, they type wack
‘Cause I'm a n***a out of Norfolk, straight like that
[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
sh** can get real Mz. Gracie, my n***a
I know what y'all thinking, wait, y'all thinking weight
Nah, overk**, two hands over the mill
That's what I was saying: grace
A headshot in front of a crowd, he'll go a crazy way
But giving him the steel in the chest really takes the cake
For the record, I'll deal with you, like labelmates
I'm nice, even if I f** up it's a dope error, like ‘88
He be talking like his gun dump, but won't say it to the kid
I'll lift a 9 in his face, like I'm Nunn Nunn
You ain't use your head, think
Better go watch my last sh** again
That'll make a young n***a fear the pen
He'll be scared straight
I don't lead waste, I'm only aiming to stretch him
If I miss you, baby, it's gon' be okay, I got faith I'ma X him
Get did bad, bullet knock your man hat in the streets for talking East-West; I'll split you with the fifth, Ave
Quick bad, the PG never had a shot
Don't be shocked if the kid pa**
Let 30 out the thing. Saga versus Chilla; trying to make his back slide with the dirty magazine
But they say his rounds popping
And I don't want no trouble with that
But I'm just too damn different, like Double Impact
Facts, one 9 will crack, your spine will crack
From this old Colt; they gon' have to reunite his back
I can scrap, go across his chin, try the left
Or the right shift to flip the script; that's the bu*terfly effect
Get ran through, I used to keep the nina on me ‘cause I had to
And on them long nights, Coors Light
sh** got cold, the can blew
But you, on my life, n***a sweet, can't catch me slippin'
I'll commit a**ault on Ave, like it's ice on the street
Get stomped out if my squad start it
He'll have 50 n***as turning up on Ave; that's a block party
But he f** with the law probly
So I shouldn't waste my breath on a rat, I ain't John Coffey
But n***as blow smoke, no action, so if he miss a step
The 5 getting whipped from the belt; I go Joe Jackson
We pull up g**nin', hopping out the 4-door flaggin'
And on sight, I'll pick you off, like they photo flagged him
I'm known for that, mid battle, a 40 clap
That sh** will stop Ave dead in a round, like a cul-de-sac
My style belong on Smack. I'm that sure, you dig me?
Y'all remember "I'm Gonna Git You s**a"?
Well, me not stepping on the platform is fishy
And me versus the n***as y'all want to see?
It won't happen – I come at them, they run from me
So I can only k** what rap n***as Smack put in front of me
But first, they ain't want to f** with me
And I'd have made it to the stage quicker
If I'd have done a PG or been from the East
But I battled Rex, Red, Ars, Lotta, Magic
For me to come to the East and do a PG, that's backwards
But I still made it to this stage without that sh**
So facts is, I ain't earn my respect – I snatched it
So you can't put me in that box, I'm sorry
I done travelled all over the atlas, but y'all think I'ma come back to the Ave and get ran off; I'm not Safaree
The MAC raised, I'm dropping every n***a out the Bat Cave
But first it started on the Ave, like the old Smack day
New York, New York, big city of dreams
Y'all remember that Snoop sh**?
Well, I brought in my dog pound
And let it kick in the building, like Snoop did
Just worry ‘bout the bars and don't worry what I got on
But if you is worried, lomclothing.com
b**h, I already told him, I'm 99 percent gun lines
The other 1 is the slogan: k** yourself!