Fight Klub - Hollow Da Don vs Arsonal lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] This lightweight, believe in me I know this n***a the snitch type, he put that wire on easily He one of them n***as that swear he never ratted Till he add up them years and now him and the captain Start doing a little chatting You feel me? But when a n***a run up on you with that ratchet That sh** like that Men In Black gadget, when I flash it He forget everything that happened I swear to God, this n***a claiming a Grape Street Crip But you from Jersey, that's the wrong street That's like me saying I'm a Blood from Wall Street And a Hoover from Long Beach That n***as was like, “Where Long Beach?” I was like, “L.A.” He was like “Where Oakland?” I'm like “The Bay” He like, “Who from there?” I said, “Mac Dre” He was like, “I think I got it, okay…” This n***a easy money, I'ma eat dude Ya OGs should've told you “Chill cuz, just be cool” You feel me? I got GDs in the Chi Town that'll tell you I'm a G fool! They be like “Yeah, my kinfolk knew the n***a And I grew up with him since preschool” I'm on my Jada sh**, swell up ya lips like seafood Or Styles sh**, get on my other sh** Or maybe Sheek, I'm hot, I start writing with an oven mitt This n***a ain't want it, I start buggin b**h Arsonal ain't got enough arsenal so f** Da Rebel Hit ‘em like Bad Boy chill, don't touch the bezel [Round 1: Arsonal] You like sizzy I understand and you like pills You spend all your money on d** but can't afford ya light bill Cause you pay n***as lots of attention and ice grill You better off buying an $8 bottle of Nyquil You the Hollow man, the Grind Time rapper Tell all ya cheerleaders I'm a palm palm snatcher I'll forearm slap ya, put you in a head lock f** ya baby mother Flintstone style, make the bed rock Infared freckle ya face, lil red dots Yearbook picture this n***a, give him a head shot “BOW!” to the back of the cranium till ya head pop Once you hit the ground, a Hulkamania leg drop I really think money talks, you just seen the movie This unfair, it's like Jada versus Jinx The Juvie You dope head, you line sniffer, reefer groupie Type a n***a who can't f** unless you eat the coochie He salute me every time I walk by Ya mother spot me everywhere I go, she got a hawk eye She put you out at 10 so she could live with a bald guy By the name of Assalaama alaikum, no pork rinds [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] This n***a said what? Crush me like pork, huh? I'ma crush ya a** like pork rinds This n***a talking mad sh** about clapping but he played college So while we was all goons you was studying in the dorm room n***a when you was walking through the hallway like, “Wow” We was walking through the hallway for chow n***a we was meeting n***as from other states You was meeting n***as from other states But my n***as would never see they f**in date Ayo, this n***a talking mad sh**, sparkin but you drink Malibu And ya city swag is Malibu This n***a talking bout his pops drink E&J His mom a 40-year-old stripper named Alize n***a I went to the crib Sold his aunt some Haze and even sold his grandma Yay n***a I was drunk all day The swag is sick, you talking all bad and sh** I get skitzo and stab you on some Aladdin sh** n***a have ya dreads drag and sh** This n***a talking bout he popping off, you talk about popping on This n***a ain't popping sh**, n***a this a opera song This sh** is over n***a You talking bout boulders, you think you Hova n***a? [Round 2: Arsonal] Why you talk like you chop off grams and you the pop off man? n***a, you work at the hot dog stand You sell shish kabobs and corn on the cob Chicken noodle soup with the soda on the side You and ya Aunt Jackie, that b**h with the kinky braids I seen y'all both on the corner last night doing the stanky leg Now that's a damn shame, you ain't got no damn game That p**no b**h Pinky wouldn't even give you the damn brain If you pondering like I'm pondering and me and yo b**h was fondling Last week I saw ya rap sheet, you had one charge; wandering Ya not a f**ing thug, you don't sell d** You don't do sh** but get swept under the rug Now I'ma disrespect everything about you You fake, plus phony, and I doubt you I'ma reroute you, k** this n***a, I'ma show him how to Constipated n***as get the sh** beat out you You lil f*g, Queens n***a with no swag Don't laugh, after this over you get ya toe tagged Throat slashed, look in my eyes, I'm wearing no mask Ya body found in the sea like you died in a boat crash Now don't talk like you bust yo gat Or bark like you tough at rap That'll get ya auntie and ya mother slapped [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] Yo I can't let this bread go, that's why this n***a probably mad But you ain't gon beat me, you wanna lose I'll tell you nice, politely ask You gon need Horse Jockey cla**, be Rocky fast with a box that's stash's Hockey masks and soccer pads that nobody has You gon need Michael Jordan's ball, Jeff Gordon's car Ken Norton's jaw, and some very important bars n***a you gon have to run a mile or two with 50 pound weights tied to you Then come back doing Street Fighter moves I never seen Guile or Ryu do n***a it better be a Hadouken and a Sonic Boom n***a I'm coming for that top dollar, what I jot's hotter I'm fly n***a, I want a Rottweiler with a diamond rock collar Who bleaches his head Scott Pollard I'm not modest Everything matching man and the outfit funky fresh like Dapper Dan Piff got Jamaica Ave smelling like Amsterdam Blunt in my mouth, bone in my ear like an African Cause when the weed gone the Newport right after man I'm Hustle Man from Martin, it's in the jacket, bam No watches or ratchets can I'm Tracy Morgan if he was Pakistan [Round 3: Arsonal] You got 106 & Park on your resume, so what? Hold up… I know you ain't think that'll make you blow up You still broke and you back in Queens I'll slap ya Queen and help you get stomped by the Latin Kings When you was young, you had a full scale Taxi dream And now you 24 and you still sell fax machines You a retail n***a, just a cashier You're mad queer, your middle name is Cashmere Hollow Da Don, you look like a Jeremy You on d** and you do need therapy I ain't finished, don't hurry me Fight Klub champion, under this pool table's where they'll bury me If you take me light and really don't make me fight I'ma make them b**h n***as get you, 80 dykes! I had brawls, n***a crazy fights You a box of baby wipes trying to disinfect a rabies bite I'm a s** symbol, something that the ladies like You a left nipple, something that a baby bite [Overtime: Arsonal] Before I end ya career I want you to listen hard Get ya squad, have a meeting, tell em “Y'all should stop rapping, let's go and get a job” Cause this new Queens sh** won't go global Prodigy don't like you n***a, Havoc don't know you Your reputation don't exist, you so local I'ma tie this mailman to a fence and go postal n***a I do what I'm ‘pose to When you was locked down, n***as had you drag they balls like Goku No time for the small talk, we all spark My homies smell blood, we fire soon as the dogs bark Ya life's worth less than car parts How y'all smart? You copped that whole outfit from Wal-Mart My gun holla, it'll make son holla I'll send yo a** back to Queens with one dollar I'll beat yo wife up, spit on ya son father When I hit I shoot I hit like the two guard at Gonzaga I headbu*t you till yo skull crack My lead touch you, red rush through the creva**es of yo ball cap This n***a lying on his ball sack He probably f**ed 4 b**hes in his life…and they all fat! My goons with me and we all strapped Now how the f** you gon smoke me? You don't even catch contact How you signed? Where yo contract? I aim let the banger leave this p**y in danger, he's a Wombat You rap, right? Where ya songs at? I come and take a piss on ya porch come and sh** where ya lawn at Yo chain's fake n***a, pawn that Ya girl a jump, since you here there's probably 8 n***as on that She bis**ual, she ate b**hes, all that Banana clip make you ape n***as fall back Now you praying to god, I thought you was Atheist? Damn, I'm k**in this n***a, I hope they taping this All off the top, I can't believe that you came for this You h*mo thug catching slow mo' slugs, you in The Matrix You a good life n***a, you not a hood life n***a You from West Bubbaf**, you don't know what the hood like n***a So why you talk like a mobster? You walk like a shotta You went to school for medicine tried to become a doctor That don't coincide, I gave yo hoe a ride And when I dropped her off she was like “Ars, don't you wanna go inside?” You know me, I'm thinkin with my dick head My dick said, “hmmm...” and decided to do what ya b**h says So we bust open ya front door and we “YOOOOUU” to the big bead She said, “let me spit my gum out first and dispose of my Big Red” Being the person that I am, I let her swallow my dick I beat her p**y up, then went full throttle and sh** She cherish my semen, she wanted to bottle my sh** I told her leave it on his pillow, he'll acknowledge my sh** I hate n***as who live just to call n***as out, what's all this about? This is all from the scalp, check me out ACG's on, True jeans on While yo man got that fake a** ring on Come to my city, you'll see we got them thangs drawn We'll notice that ya blings pawned, n***as had them things gone Unanimously three's strong, next Sunday's first Sunday My real name is Darell, so you Lee John You bout as slow as a snail, how you leech on? Another bu*terfly trying to be strong And ya b**h jumping like a frog, so I leaped on Mick, why you put a dog against King Kong?! Well King Cobra cause I do spit venom n***a Jeans True Religion, you a Vokal denim n***a Go to the store before I chip ‘em n***a Nobody likes you, you bait on a hook while I'm fishing n***a [Overtime: Hollow Da Don] This n***a say I f** b**hes and they all fat! Nah n***a I f**ed yo b**h, and she called back Same day n***a this game day, I'm ready for the game play n***a my vision is blinded, style vivid and timeless A lyrical giant that's defiant and criminal minded So without given the guidance, my flow and God did an alliance So my rhyming sound like they got spirits behind em Horror's my image, get the 4 and diminish And ya shots won't count like when you score in the scrimmage I can't sweat chow, put ya jaw in ya spinach Jail house n***as eat ya food till all of it's finished And you'll get it for not paying ya debt, n***as will poke a hole in you Bloomberg b**h a** got a n***a smoking rollies But ain't a thing stressing me, my life's a chessboard I'm the king so they protecting me and my Queen next to me And the castle's on the corner, play by the rules you know it If you touch that piece you gotta move And n***a I don't care if you think I'm good or not If you think I'm hood or not The first Glock was a .25, .38 and a rubber Glock My brother had the ‘K with the 50, not the 100 shots But when he let that b**h off he still cleared the f**ing block n***a my rap sheet compared to yours is bu*terscotch You went to jail and act tough, I hit the tear with my f**ing bop n***a I'm a cool n***a and I got it worse for you This n***a talking bout it's gon get personal Remember no guns or knifes for murking you I'ma flip and make it worse for you I'll hire a bird b**h to poke holes in ya condom f** you and leave you with a burnt dick Kidnap you like the Cat with Ernest (?) And force you to take an AIDS test just to confirm it You better squeeze first or I'll send him to the North Pole Dressed in a South Pole T-Shirt Or dress ya a** in Alaska garment and send him to South Africa in August I'll pollute ya mind, make you think suicide Lock you in a room with some pills and a .45 All that and throw to some k**er bees in a honey suit Or throw his a** to the sharks in a bloody suit Or throw his a** in a sand with some heavy boots I'm like P just pay me my money dude