Hitman Holla - Hitman Holla vs. Aye Verb lyrics

[Round 1: Hitman Holla] Aye Verb vs Charlie Clips, he said: “If a n***a wanna see that Holla and Verb Put that money up and I will not serve” So what the f** are we battling for, Verb? Those few bars alone already prove you not a man to your word You created who, me? n***a I perfected my grind ‘Cause Word War was yours but it was technically mine I had the most wins, put in the most money, battles stay packed Did the most views, I'm just naming facts But the long story short, for the people that wanna know It was Aye Verb's stage, your boy just took over the show This ain't for the king of the city, I did this for whatever cash Cause I can't take a crown from him that he never had We could take the streets and keep it rap, it's whatever Chaz But make the wrong choice, you gon' leave here in a leather bag Aye pops, n***as calling my phone, I'm like “y'all don't know Nathan” Handle what situation, Aye Verb? I got a degree in communications Hit ?? off the dresser, I wish you would test us boy I'll expose Verb like an English professor You probably gotta step on me in lyrics, that's what you do the most But delivery and quotes? Ain't even close Performance, I got you beat by a hundred votes They laugh at you, not with you, you motherf**ing joke Now I could've got personal but I chose not And it's BMG gang, we something you hoes not Close curtain how you get certainly closed in a box Better do some soul searching or get your soul shot You will never run the streets n***a, I'm a roadblock A couple n***as wanna call your bluff, I should auction you But I told n***as he cool, that's what bosses do But watch what you say in your rhyme, be cautious dude Cause I'll forget it's rap and stop your verse like “who you talking to?” It ain't a street bone in his body, he's not what he seem I punch n***as with no warning then smack this as a team And you look kinda confused, let me show you what that mean My set, no playground so I ain't gotta get pushed for me to swing It's a lot of weapons I could slay y'all with The black gloves, rubber grip with the radar chip I come to one of Verb parties with the AR clip And shoot soon as I get in like I'm J.R. Smith f** it, I'ma remix it It's a lot of weapons I could slay y'all with The black gloves, rubber grip with the radar chip The black gloves, rubber grip with the radar chip I come to one of Verb parties with the AR clip And shoot soon and shoot soon and shoot soon And shoot soon and shoot soon as I get in like I'm J.R. Smith Matter fact you a b**h, man up, you need to bark when you bite You was a s**a back then, you a s**a tonight At any time you feel tempted, it's nothing to fight I cut his ring off, my footwork tougher than Mike's By the time you two agree, you get snuffed with a right You marketable, I'm remarkable, we're nothing alike And you act the way you act because your mother's a dyke ?? I ain't an STL rookie my n***a, they threw the best on him Looking around, one of the n***as that put the vets on him Let the caps fly on stage, go Rex on him Cash on his head, got money orders and checks on him n***a you a b**h, no reason to pull a Tec on him I'll put him way in the whole, I in debt homie You old a** clown just an old a** now Let a young n***a shine, sit your old a** down I know I said I could've got personal but I chose not I was talking first round, second round it gets hot Ballgame [Round 1: Aye Verb] A n***a hit me up and told me, “Verb! Holla on YouTube dissing you” My first thoughts, “Holla? Nada, my n***a, go get a clearer view” He said “It's Holla, I'm watching, go watch it”, instantly I got hot Like “This emotional, seven day menstrual move Weak pencil move having, disloyal, b**h-made, fool-a** punk!” Clicked the link to the interview to see what he trying to get into And this n***a says… “I'm mad at Verb cause he ain't come to my Arsonal battle He ain't call me in seven months”, some sh** a b**h would do! It's pitiful how a million views could change Holla to a different dude But to me, he still the same bird-a** n***a who never got bread, not even pigeon food He down, they call me from the loan, he who I give it to When his baby mama cheating on him with other n***as pitching ? I'm the shoulder he cry on, I'm the n***a who listen to him Despicable cause this lil' n***a, I used to f** with Even would've gave my liver to, nahhh that isn't true But anywho, I gotta lynch this fool Throw him in hot water like instant food, heavy like instant ooh Y'all got him chose, I get him chewed, this b**h confused This round here, I got the motherf**ing juice Bars! n***a I'm witches' brew Lyrical chichi-boom, give him another hole to whistle through Aim that cannon flash, still shot, no picture move Holla, k**ing you gon' hurt me way more than it's gon' get to you I carefully crafted these rounds, later give him that lyrical shower First, for the villain to beat the superhero, you gotta strip him off his power first Reality check Holla, you are not a young star, dog You're 24, and in December, you just bought your first car, dog Reality check Holla, you a motherf**ing fraud, dog But n***a, you're so fraud, you don't even know that you're a fraud, dog Reality check Holla, and I really have to check that You are not, I repeat, you are not from the Westside You're from Hazelwood so throw up your H, b**h, and rep that! Reality check Holla, before this battle sh** kicked off You talking to b**hes? Nah, hitting bad broads? Huh! You ugly-a** lil' boy, you have the swagger of a guard dog Reality check Holla, you was a part of team from St. Louis before I kicked you out that squad, dog For taking too many shots, Mr. Ball Game, you're a ball hog! Reality check Holla, he tell n***as he had a shootout so y'all won't think that he weak But he ain't tell you, he was shooting that rusty .38 in the air from across the street And the n***as he was playing with, they was gonna smoke you But I called and asked for a pa** cause you was dumb with no culture I ain't wanna see you dead or in a cell, you f**ing fool But y'all don't score my last two bars, that's just what a real n***a do Showtiiiiiime on everything, I show Holla some sh** he never seen Rewrite his life movie and put a scary scream in every scene A couple rings out that left will make a levy lean When it's ball, I go heavy fiend Get that pipe, I smoke anything and everything You little maggot frame, get a casket Your little average dame, get bagged and banged What you gon' do? Slide up on me like baggage claim? I go and get that steel, lil' n***a, I play the pa**ing lane I'm at a co*ky mood, I'm beating up on this dead meat, I'm in that Rocky mood So our boy dropped you, you went and hopped on Nelly dick faster than Ashanti do [Round 2: Hitman Holla] If you know anything about Hitman, then you should know that I don't mess around And when it come to this battle sh**, I do a lot of exposing in the second round First off, I told you in advance that you never stood a chance I'm greeted by demand and you can't pull my card cause the city know my hand Speaking of hands, you and I both know that you never got choked You and I both know that whole rumour was a joke But the sh** that you did had me heated through the charts I'ma tell y'all the reason he ain't come with me for Ars Hanz had Verb spooked, I'm talking real bad I called Verb everyday, after school, after cla** Like, “Yo, you get your ticket? It's about to go down” And he said every time, “I'm online now” But wait, I called the night before, he ain't even call back Text me in the morning on some sh** like, “I'ma fall back” If that ain't phony or shady then what you call that? Respect that I once had for you, I want it all back Let me talk to this n***a Nobody give a f** that your resume with the heavyweights When you walk around with a heart that belong with featherweights Verb, nobody give a f** that you f**ing all of the ladies When every battle rapper consider you as a lady Verb, and the n***a that protect you not gon' come and help you Or come to your rescue cause I'm his nephew So all that guap game gon' protect you? That's so not the case Cause where the f** was Chase when you was getting chased? You ran out of state and punched in the face on camera trying to escape Man you so f**ing, wait… You mean to tell me, a n***a punched you in your mouth and all you did was pout? What's that? Now I ain't say I walk around the city like a tough cat But there's rules you learn as a kid, f** rap A n***a curse you, it's mandatory that you cuss back A n***a rush you, it's mandatory that you rush back A n***a shoot at you, it's mandatory that you bust back A n***a touch you, it's mandatory that you touch back And you did a song with Genocide behind ? back And he used to give you money, never mind, besides that You did some sh** then showed you ain't' want no contact Genocide bombed first, when are you gon' bomb back? Let a n***a touch me, “Tremaine where the nines at? We got a banana clip, Mardi Gras, time strap ??, shotgun, ??” All you here is “yet yett” and blood flying everywhere I was the man at 14, I do what I does Before you battled SB, the Lou ain't know who you was Limelight, we was trill, g**ning for real n***as was getting k**ed, we was out doing that, you was out at the meals Trying to sell j**elry, belts, watches, and heels (?) on my son, I'm for real St. Louis, what the hell? Y'all praise the n***a that tried to blackball Street Status from URL? Oh, that's on my son, grand pap The n***a hit my jack like “Street Status is wack” Wait 'til I call Smack, on a URL stage them n***as will never rap I hate to say it St. Louis but that's a motherf**ing fact Aye Verb clown, this choppa will lay this nerd down Let's talk about that parking lot situ-uughhhh, I'ma save that for the third round You old-a** clown just an old a** noun Let a young n***a shine, sit your old a** down [Round 2: Aye Verb] Now this the round when I get lyrical I ride up on Holla like a car and put lead in him like a pencil What? Them last bars, they didn't stick like that? But y'all scream and go crazy when he say sh** like that Explain me this cause I don't get it yet You rep Westside, Blood gang, 50-100 block ?? Right? Right? But how? Cause lil' n***a, that's a Crip set But let me guess, since you do so much Westsiding and bloop-blooping That they just gon' let you Soo-woop it, right? b**h, you sound stupid It's s**a in you Holla, real n***as can read that sh** Plus it's coward in you too cause you bleed that sh** I ride on n***as like a gangster with just me, that's it If this was flip mob, I'd be Barry Sanders, you'd be Emmitt Smith Cause you run behind your block, I don't need that sh** If I catch him outside and tell this b**h n***a, “man up” He gon' be like, “mannn…”, man what?! “I'm just saying Verb, on my mama, ball game Wait 'til mom get here, wait 'til mom get here” Man shut up lil' n***a, you ain't reckless, you bang never, I'm a one-man slay special Get your whole gang wet, if I come to you first then all they cribs, I'm like a chain letter You on that sizzy look brother, this my house heathen You lizard looking motherf**er, mouse-eater How you gon' stand here and beat little n***as When you run around screaming, “you see me” for Murphy Lee “Don't nobody see him!”, so you just a little n***a's little n***a I'm a grown man Holla, I'm almost 30, a boss You ain't street, they think you street because you dirty and dark You ain't a k**er, you a dolphin, you just related to sharks I grab that eagle, let it fly until that birdy get lost f** it be soft dog, Mardi Gras parade in reverse I throw something, he catch it and then it take his top off This lyrical hot sauce, should I stop? Nah, watch I made you and I made me They see you and be like “who?”, they see me and be like “G!” The club play you but they pay me so where the f** is your fame? It's like I was playing Mortal Kombat on Sega Genesis with your career And pressed A-B-A-C-A-B-B cause I put blood in the game Now let that marinate, my spot permanent, it's very straight Slow it down! My spot perm in it, it's very straight You a ground-level featherweight f**ing with a heavyweight that can mid-ground levitate 40 got 17, you take 5 like I told you, “take a break” Nah let's take that back, he say I'm over the hill, damn ain't that strange I come with a gun that's Grant's age, scope on it, go on a rampage And get to shooting from Durant range b**h n***a you lost stay in your damn lane [Round 3: Hitman Holla] Knock knock, you know what that mean, I'm back on my bullsh** Bow! They say they want that Hitman back I'm on my old sh**, now I'm in his crib, his granny up by her toes sh** Where his newborn? I stuff him up in the stove sh** Auntie, throat slit, yeah outta control sh**, oh sh**, Ars's treatment What up, Chaz? Well, all them weapons and them things you shoot? I saw that footage and you got some explaining to do How many n***as chased you, was it two? Some brown skin n***a with waves, was it you? The camera don't lie, if you watch and see It's some URL battle rap n***a running through a park again People, his name starts with a C f** it, let's get straight to the facts, Verb Them n***as that chased you is right by that bar Go ahead, chase them n***as back, Verb Smack, ? guns at, you better warn him I ain't saving no more rappers, I'm k**ing all of 'em I load up that mac like I'm putting air in the Spalding Braow! Run up on me, you leave crawling I'm eating real well, I could tell, you starving But f** rap, let's get it on, Marvin n***as wanna deal, I'm too ill, mark ? He talk, he see me ? like a ? ?, I came up the fastest But f** top tier, give me that underdog status I walked in, hugs from the b**hes, the baddest He walked in, tragic, no looks, Magic ?, I'm a motherf**ing savage For the bills, I turn into a gator like Brad All this battle rapping and you broke, no bank account or Chase? St. Louis, slow it down I said all this battle rapping and he broke, no bank, Aye count on Chase Come on Verb, like outta all people you know, I do not play So you can save all that cool sh** for a hot date How you still ? How you want it chalked up or picked up the mop way? Found in a swimming pool and left under the dockway ? style, go listen to what the doc' say Female b**h should've listened to what your pops say One of us the face of the Lou and he is not gay A quick snipe, I'll let two go blaow! He'll leave the city to play with Angels; Pujols style I said a quick snipe, I'll let two go blaow! He'll leave the city to play with Angels, Pujols style Calicoe put on a ball game shirt cause I'm repping you I feel that Blackface said I'm one of his faves, this a trill fact It's my second time making top tier, feel that Cause there's a difference between metaphors and real rap Aye Verb can't keep up with the baddest Maybe my n***a Ill but I got stronger after Street Status St. Louis, what up? I show him what a college thug 'bout Right jab, something like lightning, I knock a bulb out I'm talking right now, I don't give a f** what you was 'bout Grown man what? This a grizzly to a cub scout You 'pose to be a boss, well tell Smack where the gloves out Old-a** clown, just an old a** now Let a young n***a shine, sit your old a** down! Ball game! [Round 3: Aye Verb] Holla, you such a fraud, aren't you? A n***a swung on me when I had a cast on, my foot was just broke But when Twin swung on you, you just broke It wasn't a broken bone on you Truthfully, everybody knew that there was nothing that you can do with me The test was “Could I k** you beautifully and leave here without a bruise on me?” You ain't moving me, b**h get worried My last round was your obituary, this one is your eulogy You a snake in the gra**, Holla But how you gon' hide in that gra** once I remove the weed and everyone can view and see? You might not get it now but at the end of this round, you'll see Real quick, if we was slaves and had a New York slave master And the master came again and said “Now, which one of you country negroes wanna be my new house n***a?” He'll kneel quick, I get to picking my cotton, I'm on that field sh** I'm driving St. Lou to success, you make the wheel shift I'm trying to destroy these New York n***as, he trying to build sh** I knew one day, this was gon' be a match I had to deal with I blame me, I should've stopped you before you got started like a k** switch You made fun of Arsonal for driving that school bus to feed his people? That ain't real sh** But you riding with all these kids like you on a motherf**ing field trip I will get that tool and let it grip Go to work and put a drill bit in every n***a that you chill with And I throw a steel fist, you never will, b**h We never saw, we just heard you a swinger, n***a you Will Smith If this was Menace II Society, you know who the f** that we are I be OG Wax; Ill, O-Dog; this n***a Caine like “Look man, I'm just trying to do my thang I ain't dissing no East Coast n***as alright?” n***a, get the f** out the car See to y'all, he may appear cool, I know him so I don't feel dude Your character's similar to flea market Holla, ain't nothing real in you You make me mad cause you use this hood act like it's a fad Throw up your red rag and sag and say “on my momma” behind everything But you got everything a n***a who come from nothing never had You got a momma and a dad, you're privileged but you are too ignorant to admit it Holla, 75% of black fathers don't even visit I been to your crib many times, that sh** roses and bubbles I watched your momma hug you But your father doesn't love you cause he let you be a s**er When a father loves his son and the son means the world to the father Son get to going down that road, you grab him up by that collar Like, “Listen, your name Gerald, let's chill with all this Holla You a athlete with no rap sheet You ain't ever clip rounds or bust a zip down, ho sit down You ain't never been in a dope house where the dope fiends smoke up See that thick cloud, smell that aroma, and almost throw up You ain't never had to hustle, get a pack and swear it came from the border That sh** don't lock up, you hit the block up and still get it off to the snorters See, I worked all my life so that life you never would see So when you claim you from the hood, that's disrespectful to me I married your momma as a chess move I ain't wanna see you getting stepped to by some step-dude Yes fool, I kept you in the best shoes, put you in the best schools Stop telling people that the mob is your crew Cause when the mob f** n***as up, them n***as that they f** up, they only know you So n***a, stop getting on camera saying you popping them guns Aye Big Gerald, that's the way you talk to your son! Every time I see your face, I envision a rage I wanna get me a blade and hit your chest 'til it resemble a maze I tell my n***as "promote that choppa”, that mean give it a raise And let it get wild like Jerry Springer every time he put the n***as on stage I want him dead, I get him well hunted 12 shooters, 100 round drums, this fool done Run up on Gerald, give Mr. full-time that full ton I took this battle for the bread and to get this sh** clear Denzel voice from Training Day, “n***a you just live here, I run sh** here!” Ball game!