Hitman Holla - Cortez vs Hitman Holla lyrics

[Round 1: Hitman Holla] It's kinda hard to spit water, but my verses fluid I'm a beat Cortez but I'm mad, causeI ain't the first to do it Had my own lane goin, why the f** would you merge into it? You got some wins, but we only remember them loses, Hitman Vs Ewing Patrick that is, what's a 50 cal to a slingshot? My whole team pop You fly as bird 'til we shoot you down like the restaurant Ain't no telling where his Wings Stop New York cats like "That country n***a mean, Ock!" Between blocks, catch me where the thieves is at I needs a stack, I'll leave him flat, squeeze the Mac Fight you your team, and whoever in the crowd that want it I 'm like Stephen Jack He searching for a lifeline, too bad I ain't that Regis cat New York wanna shut me down, y'all need more than that Revis cat So don't start, cause for the dead prez, I'll spark and leave this man dead You just a Mexican that rep New York But lose when it matter the most, you Mark...Sanchez That b**h you never wit, you stressing on that female Login on to her twitter page, checking all her emails Calling Math Hoffa like "Let me give you the details. She f** wit Holla now, you know from the S-T-L He rap and I rap but the difference is, he sell She chose him over me and told me to Be Well" f**in Female! Caught him outside, I told him "b**h n***a Man up!" He was like "Man..." I said, "Man what?!" He was like "Nah Holla I'm just saying" "You saying what?" Remind you of moms coming from the grocery store The way we put them cans up I'm all for the static game, it's a mathematic game Grab the flame, I slide up on him like baggage claim f** if you let us (lettuce) I'm staring at them carrot, aiming at his onion Won't stop til his cabbage hang Tricks/Trix are for kids and this n***a playing rabbit games But it's not fun, on my son Bugs Bunny couldn't dodge the sh** that's comingout this shotgun I'm a packed house room rocker, you a McDonalds broom mopper GET THE DOOR! You a room watcher I know you Brooklyn n***as hurt right now but you gone stand right hurr and watch me chew him Hoffa I f** wit n***as on they last strike, you f** wit mad dikes Get outta line once, get blast twice Go head swing, it'll be a fast fight Cause I'm a duck and 1-2-3 him, I'm Trinidad nice Ain't ma fault, I'm a f**in savage and I'm cut from another fabric Once again this is not a cla**ic, he 2 steps under good 26.6 is the only time you here a n***a say Hitman average Ball Game! [Round 1: Cortez] Shout out to E. Rilla, that's my n***a! He just came off from a minor bid He was sitting in that cell listening to BIG And can't believe that he ain't write his sh** I sent a kite, I'll battle Hitman Holla He said cuzzo that name sound like he quite the b**h f** it, you'll be left for dead for even thinking you have a right to live That's that real sh**, you a gateway drug, I need that real piff You a stepping stone caiie if I smoke him I'll get higher But you just a middle man, Smack introduce me to big buyers Like Rex or Mook cause if I battled them I swear I'd be coming off But Smack gave me him, fu*k! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!?! I mean Smack you my n***a, I get the nine I'll clap ya But let's revert back to my roots cause I'm a Grind Time rapper I be rhyming all silly bro, mhmm, I be rhyming all my syllables Uhuh, but I'm versatile with verses, I'm not X-Factor I learned the ropes I will never choke to a rapping lizard with Urkel's nose Smack, pop shots, work the 4, everybody claps The show's done, curtain closed! Grind Time! You wear lipstick with a perfect pose Fist on his hip where he likes to switch when he works the poles Move forward, huge shows and the worst is close Watching YouTube, two dudes and you jerk 'em both Smack! n***a you ain't ever squirt the chrome p**y You wouldn't press pounds on a working phone This n***a's washed up, throw him in a nursing home Stroller or a wheelchair, drooling on a nurses clothes I just turned URL into a Grind Time circus show Shout out to Grind Time! In a minute that did enough for me Y'all gave me 3 minutes, how the f** you gon f** with me? Your broad give brain but every day she look dumb to me You thinking that we even, I'm show you I'm one up, see His broad's a jump, legs swinging off the chandelier He got in Ohio, and she was f**ing every Cavalier Yeah... who is this n***a? I was searching for days and met the n***a that did Aye Verb's waves And he gave me the scoop on this n***a Introduced me to n***as, used to hoop with this n***a Jarod Fulton, I know who went to school with this n***a And Tony Yayo won't want nothing to do with this n***a Once I Fat Joe, Cam'Ron, and start Ja Ruling this n***a Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I ain't through with this n***a b**h, you did a track with Murphy Lee, you ain't cool with the n***a He charged you for that verse b**h, who would've figured Every time I YouTube and I Googled this n***a All see is footage of Yung III doing this n***a [Round 2: Hitman Holla] They call Hitman when they want a n***a dead, just some sh** Holla do You got a lot of f**in loses, I guess losing don't bother you I know he mad, the whole east coast know I'm bad, y'all saw the footage I'm like a stripper, I came here to show my a** Pause I ain't worried bout that flow he has I ain't worried ‘bout that dough he has Cortez a candy rapper (wrapper) we all know he trash I ain't even wanna battle, I had plans to show his a** That I'll smoke his a** Shake hands with Con, Shake hands with Da Don, get to him, choke his a** Dandelion style, dig him, plant him, grow his a** That X must be a Factor better run Miles, I'll Calicoe his a** Catch him at a show, pull up on some Honda sh** Bombs and sh**, 9s and flips, with two Llama clips Hop on stage while he performing on some Lil Mama sh** You ain't know I was this sick? You Mexican dip sh** Get your pelvis broke trying to come at me on some hip sh** This matchup was silly, I'm spazzing on his nerdy a** You never saw a murda, never did a murder, why he repping Murda Ave? Leave him at a fountain, at a park, take a birdie bath And I heard he a**, Question: Who believe in all this crime sh**? Food for thought, we don't feed into that non sense They call me Hitman, read between the fine prints This weapon not on safety, it ain't John Lynch Night vision came with a scope, see behind tents Michael Jackson Motown Glove, you can't find prints (Prince) When they say the best they say Holla, Sign Stitched I won't lose, you wouldn't beat me with a time glitch My rhymes sick, you ain't achieving that You don't see Gorilla and Bamboo where the Cheetahs at You don't see the Tigers and Lions out where the Zebras at You just see Gazelles by the Deers, leave it that Or leave it rap, for he f** around and won't leave attached Head there, neck there, shoulders there, knees back After this battle, who's checking for where he's at? Soon as I landed New York City was yelling "He's back!" I'm at the veteran's home, you know your great granny Mable I caught her in the kitchen, give a f** if she disabled You da thought she was a tip the way I left her on the table Nurse came in, I'm like "Why you tryna save her? She 96 and a half, I'm doing the favor" Keeping her alive, y'all spending too much paper Let me finish her and y'all can thank me later Holla you want, Holla you got, your wish was granted, I'm the best damnit f** planet to planet, you wouldn't win this battle in Spanish Portalito De Ball, translation: BALL GAME! [Round 2: Cortez] It's gon be a long day, you played the wrong game, today You screaming out "Ball Game!" well b**h, I'm the rain delay And since you ball I gotta bar that'll make your day Watch this Mysonne, when I SHOOT! You'll fade away Matter fact it's not Hoops when you breakaway Let's go behind your back, tell your coach change your play I knew he would inquire about my losses, but Holla you don't know me To be great you must grow, see I'm similar to Kobe He only averaged 7 his first season, we all saw the potential He wasn't quite there yet, but we saw something special So like Kobe I studied the game tapes, now I'm the man to beat You disagree? I treat you like Shaq and put this man in Heat But come to think of it, you're nothing like Shaq to me More like Pat to me, yeah you're in the game But you're standing on Patrick's knees BANG! BANG! Let's see if you can stand defeat/the feet Curse out the god, these n***as will blast for me (Blasphemy) And hit everything from your stomach and your back behind it I'll leave you crooked with a bullet in your back alignment You lose your mind? I bet you this Mac will find it Clear out thoughts and leave Hitman absent minded So once I align with them lasers, this b**h will get the singing Usher ain't the only n***a signing them papers Yeah, I'ma have to (?) with the cook up Master P with the hook up Catholic Priest was screaming out "blasphemy!" when he look up They'll be laughing but this a** whooping is actually for the lookers You ain't, half of me, you after me, you the wackest we even hooked up And you b**hin to who? I mean Dolarz left you broke, I bet you couldn't get Rich in the Lou' So once I get to b**h smacking (?) Y'all will get a whole clip early, matinee Dagger to his scalp, peel back half his brain Iverson with this bomb, ain't no chance I'll pa** away I got this anger in the pit of my chest And since the Midwest sleeping I'ma put it to rest Lux beat Miles, Hollow destroyed Big T I'll man handle Holla, Verb's about to be mince meat So what the f** is a Midwest movement When New York's done trampled through the Midwest union? Motherf** a Calicoe, we keep big Mac's shooting Click clack, the kick back give my wrist bad bruises BANG! BANG! BANG! All up in your spinal cord Run up on him hooded, throw a bullet in that smile of yours If you pa** these two semi's I'll embrace it with this final four Caught him like the net, now you're dead, it's your final loss HK get to tumbling, HK aim straight, tops get to hovering CSI, black bags, box get the covering Nah, that's not enough for him Sneak in the morgue, drag him out the freezer Ice pick his belly til I'm stabbing every feature Stick a time bomb by his bladder where his spleen his Then I (wig?) the back up (?) scooper Detonate the bomb on site at your funeral! [Round 3: Hitman Holla] Cortez rep Myrtle Ave, but they call it Murda Ave First thing you think of when you hear Murda Ave Is dirty gra**, 30 mags, shotty pumps, body slumps, shade and crumbs n***as walking round with hanging guns but my up north connect told me Murda Ave Ain't seen a actual murder since 81' and you ain't even from there You from a hood called Utica Wherever the hell that is, but it sounds real beautiful f**ing moron, chill for they find you where the shore rise Cause where I'm from You couldn't walk they streets of my city during a tour guide I got an infection flow, I'm the next to blow You never stood a chance my n***a, your whole section know It's time for a change and Holla got an election flow You ain't a New York Giant but acting stupid like Plaxico Talking birdies (Burress) til I wave the eagle and leave a Hole-in-One And forensics will really find Cortez in the Golf/Gulf of Mexico I'm in his hood carting em down, I ride on Texas slow Like, "What up Pa! Nice necklace yo!" You rap like you tryna get info outta me, you got a detective flow Me, I keep the metal and chrome Better warn your fam cause I'll pop up at your relative home I'm at his granny house like Knock-Knock She look out like "Oh no n***a, I know who you is Cortez don't live her and I don't watch none of his kids" Fa sho, I go down the block to his auntie house like Knock-Knock! She say, "Who is it?" I say "Hitman!" She look out, start waving, crack the door, I BLOAW! Made my way in, she said "Ah Holla don't cut me!" Ain't nobody finna slice you, b**h we brought them K's in Where's Cortez? I stared her in the face then Picked up the K then, grabbed her by her braids then Made the hoe tell (Hotel) like she work at the Days Inn Then I heard a "WAHN!" Her son was in the playpen, I was like "for real?" sh** was so amazing, having flashbacks it put me in a rage when Picked him up upside down by his J's then Took him out back, I thought about his age when I tossed him in the kennel with a pit, left him caged in Let the dog rip thru his tissue, paper mache then Then I put the....you know what, enough with all this cold sh** Cause on the real, you ain't worth none of your old sh** They took me to Brooklyn and you don't control sh** You freezing cold, I'm hotter than what your stove get When he rap, you see clear skies, great courage, great marriage When I rap, you hear 40 cals, 45's, shotty blasts I would say ball game, but I'ma end this another way Just so the n***as that's watching ain't gotta ask What was the outcome of this battle? Body Bag! Ball Game! [Round 3: Cortez] He came with Spanish jokes, but if y'all don't know That old gangsta sh**'s inspired by Tony and Monolo You see I promised Murda Mook I would murder you First 2 rounds I switched it up, you know, showed that I'm versatile Spit a little bars, showed y'all that I'm lyrical and worth it too But this time, round 3, let's get personal I saw you at Fight Klub, we all seen him took an L You got fed a remedy (RemyD) for thinking you was sick as hell But your bars, they weren't sick as hell, you was looking sick as hell He had his shirt off with his big beads Ribs touching you're a pimp squeak Don't that make sense? Cause he never looked good with a Big T But f** that n***a cause after this co*k back and get the ratchet When I'm done with him, Smack, get his contact, I'll get him after Drop back, get him smacked Then drive pa** sit in (?) spit it backwards Then I get a long bat to get him batted When I'm done y'all gon think a car crash hit him after Or a bomb shriveled his a** up or that Tarzan picked him back up Swung him off a long bridge to the wrong path Where a strong Ram ripped his back up UGLY! What labels wanna market your face? Making a million moves but getting no whurr Your carrur is Target in place I mean what is he? A mixed breed of Chris Reeves if he turned black With a twist weave and a turnt cap Yelling Big B's, Big B's, oh it's them Bloods you repping You Manny Pacquio, n***a your blood's in question Since you the Hitman, b**h I got one suggestion BANG! When I shoot ya soul going in one direction I roll with real su woops n***a, we be goons He ain't homie, but tonight it's like we see (C) food So if I get the banger, co*k the 9 back, pop his spine How you gon stop this 5, chill, chill, stop it 5 I'll k** him! Dead him with a toe tag And I'm real disrespectful, I'll smack you with your own flag I bet he cease up once I buck two rounds Let's switch sets on him, b**h what you wanna do now? Cause the n***a's that I know that throw up them sets died for they colors You p**y! My n***a you wouldn't die for your mother! You wouldn't rob for your brother, if you do, get the fifth right now Them n***as kilt your cousin, you sit right down, we just look at him YOU ACTING LIKE A b*tch RIGHT NOW!