Hollow Da Don - Big T vs Hollow Da Don lyrics

[Round 1: Big T] Ayo Smack, what these n***as raising? These n***as all prunes Fire what? n***a you wouldn't light it up in a dark room Blast what? n***a you couldn't be that ga**ed up with car fuel Why y'all giving him mac support? This n***a won't give you back support He like a bar stool So go ahead do your drive by I'm a draw tools, you fire we gon' fan back at you 'til it's all cool And leave everything everywhere n***a I hope the car full now That's my way for turning a blood bath to a carpool That b**h you talk to in a plane co*kpit s**ing me and my man's co*k She say "I throw up off a nut Big T so tell me when you finna nut Big T So I can stop. Now don't be no a**hole." "a**hole?" "b**h say it again." She said it and I said "bop!" And now she throwing somebody else kids in the air like Hanco*k a**hole I ask hoes like, "Why he rap this weak?" I know he thinking like "I should've worked hard them past few weeks." This round put you in the ground fool I stomp you to get the last two feet Boy you couldn't get rid of footage this bad If you invented cream for athlete's feet Boy don't ask Big T about his street ties, please try I make the hardest n***a you know sling pies Convert serve bean pies I aim to do whatever to get my point across, please try n***a I take the "LK" outta "lucky" just so I can make you see why/CY Please guy I know he like he holding tech's And I'm Hollow he spaz out right, no Tourettes I'm like dude you can bring on ya best And take picture like this, you still won't pose threat I'm bored to d**h with all these "what you need to be me" liners He gon' say you need Zangief pile drivers, you need all the Dhalsim fires You need all the Bison elite fighters So how is you getting busy in the streets liar? Sound like somebody was too busy playing Street Fighter My whole team rides this sh** is in my nature So if you got n***as looking out for me, I got my ways of saying thank you So if I hit you with 6 but there's 7 in the clip Since I still owe you 1, I'm just returning the favor Hollow think he the gangsta, why this n***a talking for me? Why stand here with this n***a? Why [?] toke with buddy? Boy you think I was a ventriloquist when my hands in a talking dummy I won't let my lips move, I let my hands do the talking for me I got these goods I just feel like I wanna rearrange sh** Aim it at the couch, knock it down to the basement I put the basement in the attic, put the attic down to the basement Bullets ricocheting off cabinets, switching all of the paintings Change all of the vases, switching all of the statements Well you can't tell if I was redecorating or making a statement [Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I said I was playing Street Figher all night long For four hours and never picked Balrog I said not saying Big T could get me Is like Big T's big tee could fit me b**h please! I swear I'm a fight dun greasy Will I f** him up? "Yeeeeaaaaah", like Young Jeezy When I was young my dad showed me how that pipe swung freely So shooting might come easy like Mike Dunleavy Listen Pastor Mase, slash, slash ya face Wack rapper fake and fads have a break He's a f*g but wait, I know that cause his last names Tate Like Lorenz', so your first name should be Rudy cause even your last names Gay n***a in a battling session I'm grabbing a Wesson Splat his chest in Give him everything from battered intestines to bladder infection This can get real Shabba Ranks in a matter of seconds Cause I'm good if I'm guapped up But I'm mobbing if I ain't good on no cash Hustle on the block with you, see where you hid ya sh** Leave, then come back in your hood for your stash Rob the bag, he like we just hustled together I'm like don't get your brain cooked on the ave Jim Carey style I act different when I put on that Mask I took war wounds for hip hop, I call goons and clips pop I have liquids leaking out you like cartoons when they get shot I should've did him like Ca**idy tell 'em put wild cake up Cause how you gon' battle me with a style that I made up Remember against Deacon Frost he said "You'll need Jason's Saw 6 if they was all mixed" He even waved his arms with the ball fist n***a that's the Don's sh**! I give you an example of what I do for the people who don't know me I drag you to a construction site torch your body Have a jack hammer forge through his torso probably Dig a hole, toss his body, no coffin, buried his sh** head in a porter potty I went to the Chi, they weren't at Big T's house He stay with a pregnant wife and a daughter that's 3 [Round 2: Big T] This n***a lying about his Danny Glover clip You know Big T be on some other sh** Like I'm done f**ing your mother I'm 'bout to f** me another b**h You know it's Hollow Da dinininon You know that f*g be on that other sh** I'm feeling lucky like Leprechaun Smack So I feel like I want a wish First off I wish everything you said to Yung Ill happen to you While you getting a razor shave the barber slips And the razor blade come across your Adam's Apple When you get hit and tackled with moves That hit sticks and all Madden couldn't do They diagnosed the cure of AIDS for you But then they find an incurable cancer in you Which gave him 24 hours to live On the 23rd hour I wish a semi smash into You survive the collide in reverse and run back into you I don't wish jail on nobody But I wish they lock 300 pound f*ggots with you Next time you take a sh** they make you use a Brillo pad for tissue I wish E&J and Math Hoffa take a handicap battle on you Your hat brim touch Math nose and Hollow goes "Oh you think I'm styling on you" Out of nowhere a right hook from Philly from the crowd come hit you And you fall asleep and go in the same coma Joey Jihad went into Hollow on you he saying he gon' get the tech pop That's gon' get this b**h neck popped Turned around, uppercut out his sweat socks Thick a** vest, only way I'm getting wings and a halo from a chest shot That gun better shoot out cans of Red Bull with an X-Box So you better quit letting your 4-5 pop, surprised huh? How can a n***a this big survive like 'Pac? The beef I'm bringing to you won't let the crime stop Till I see they corpse EA Sports couldn't get you this much live stock You'll get a spine shot so even if you still here For the rest of your life you might be physically impaired You'll be like Drake in Degra**i Not cause you both light skinned and real square You'll be another actor that raps in a wheelchair You off those pills here go ahead be stupid I tie him down, smack with the gun, b**h quit moving I make his a** swallow a gallon of lean fluid Tylenol 3 codeine to see if he OD to it Get all type of Aspirins, amphetamine to it Drink chew it, inject it in sections, but he keep moving Hollow Da Don gone be Hollow Da Done, I add ecstasy to it Think stupid, all I'm do in is adding E to it I hear Yung Berg lying again from a n***a I'ma treat it like it's my chain n***a rob every bike chain to your lil' kids bike chain n***a go on a robbing spree and shake his shorty for his light change Make an armor height stain make look like I'm hitting a dice game I'm starting to feel like T.I., I go through my Whatever You Like phase n***a if you... [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] I might Holla at my n***a's Math or Cortez Get some n***as from BK that's hoodied down Or hit Bugz up maybe some n***as from the Boogie Down Cause my Queens n***as keep it thorough with no crooks around So he right about that wheelchair Cause that's the only way I get pushed around I'm the reason Hitman Holla ain't k** him but I hate to pay him like three to five The contract said "Hitman f** him up, but bring him to me alive." Cause when he called me out I made some funny faces took it like a G and slide Knowing the murder and torture I had built up deep inside Smack, put captions so they could read this rap And let 'em know ain't no G's in macks, ain't no "I" in "team" But it's a "T" in "fat" Roasting session I heard of Big & Tall, but I never heard of big and small Maybe you should open up a different store called "I"m fat and I can't find my dick and balls" And he right, next time you call me out have bars for Math and Sololon Mook's third when he got at Lux You had my evil sh** bottled up but T that's not enough You gon' need Hollow's buzz, Drago, Apollo gloves And Swag's winning lotto stub But for me to lose I'd have to not show up or get hit by a Tahoe truck Or just ain't got no luck like I forgot to rub the Apollo stump But the day I give my verses up That'll be the day Lil' Wayne stops sipping purple stuff And Lara let Urkel f** I let one go at everybody in his front row Brrrrr! You hear a drum roll and see a finger waving like Mutumbo Then I run up on ya man with a clip like this And put your dog in a bag like rich white chicks And then it's Big T turn I'ma blast you down No words that semi's final you get the last two rounds Trey pound strapped like lie flat Don't play ball for Kentucky but I'm a Wild Cat From awhile back he's been hating give me my style back Anticipating yet waiting I can't allow that I mean in the kitchen shaking and baking profound stacks I'm caking cause I'm taking what you making and house that [Round 3: Big T] Of course I see the T in fat after this battle you die it's no tomorrow The foe will follow to bring out the hoe in Hollow Little man, after this you gon' need a doctor and a dental plan Next step, funeral homes, violin instrumental playing But if your man I hear you cutting trees like Edward Scissorhands I send my little man, have bullets to connect to your boss like the middle man Go and get your man, Coretz I have 'em tell 'em where I stay I'll meet up with Just Me And My Girlfriend She'll take out anything in the way I wave She don't even got to see you to take you out Now that's my way of getting your mans to set you up on a blind date Find tape, take picture of your family in a straight line After that it's slaying time, un door the canine Now he in a funeral and I ain't realizing it and just make crime Like Big T my family like Martin and Shanaynay You'll never see 'em together at the same time Wonder why I ain't use name flips? Don't be surprised Cause when Hollow tips and hollow tips they don't equalize You know when I think of hollow tips? It's bullets explode when it reach inside When I think of Hollow tips it's "Put down those scissors, they get too close, they can reach your eyes" When I thin of hollow tips I'm thinking heat, people dies When I think of Hollow tips, "Aye Big T before you cross the street check, either side" When I think of hollow tips I'm in fear, I think of nines When I think of Hollow tips, "Put down that beer, don't drink and drive." I think he thinking like why do I think of this madness? But this n***a be looking broke so much it's started to become a habit You swing on my and get your a** kicked It'll remind him of that Philly Swaine battle We'll watch him take the lean out his jacket In the arena with Immaculate that was some creative sh** B He ripped his tank top open like Hulk Hog- man that sh** weak I mean it's cool but it won't work against me If you have problems ripping a tank top open What makes you think you can rip a Big T Hollow hit me like telling these jail stories like... "I ain't know that honey bun on the bed wasn't prepared for me, like I ain't know that was a s**ual advance for me But Big T you can't go and use that against me, I was that hungry." Now he walking around talking 'bout he gon' be there for me Big brawney n***as pick on me for being scrawny Got me participating up in male on male orgy's Talking 'bout I gotta please him every time he get horny I don't mind tossing they salad But I could at least wipe when they doo doo They eating all my food through the whole kid and kaboodle He been doggystyle so much They switched his cell with a kennel cause they thought he was a poodle Now this lock up sh** is brutal This is Mr. 106 for 7 times Aight for 7 lines I'm a show 'em I murder this n***a 7 times I want you broke in a dice game with your last 35 they fading a five And they roll a 7 on him 7 times I seen this n***a already get k**ed twice, he got nine lives cat So it's only right I k** him 7 times Take him to the 106 and Park building face under the car engine Then park on his face 7 times Unload the 7 on him 7 times, 7 times, then another 7 times And through that times 7 times 7 times 7 and do it all over again 7 times And for the people that hate the one rhyme gun line punchlines They really gonna hate me for that one rhyme Cause your boy Hollow gon' be hollow [?] at the Hollow 50,421 times n***a [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] You said hollow tips, hollow tips, hollow tips That's all your rhyme so I can tell your songs is lazy You hit me for a track but if you wanna do a song than pay me Cause before I hear you I'd rather hear a catalog from Gravy Or the best of Khia that Florida lady or 100 bars from Baby Cause Mobb, Nas, Jigga, Hov, I grew up on Biggie's time I shed a tear and cried when I heard Biggie died So don't compare yourself to Biggie rhymes cause your son got Biggie eyes And you 350 with Biggie size cause all you know is Wendy's and Biggie fries n***a I'm the dinininon, the dinininon, the dinininon I'm the one they all out floow, they think of you Big T That fat n***a from Chicago that called out Hollow Said he went to jail for pimping, yeah he was in that cell Changed out his street clothes picked his shirt size, 6 XL They a**igned him a top bunk He asked his celly for the bottom bed and got punked Now he got stuck Cause he gotta make it to the top bunk and his fat a** cannot jump Verb and Holla hit me and said the midwest best snaps on that I said Verb he too big to make his back bone stretch But it's funny how I'm in the 3rd round and I still got fat jokes left Look, he's frail pathetic but with a whale's genetics But I really don't get it cause he works out and does calisthenics I mean in the morning he sits up then he pulls up at the chicken shack Orders chicken nuggets, then does a set of dips with that n***a you too slow to scrap so n***a you punching who? And if you do clap where the f** are you running to? He's always on the net I must say he's a geek y'all His mom bring the plate by the computer and he eats hard He dissing me "Hollow switched the date he's a retard." Mentioned my name so much his grease stains on the H of his keyboard He the type tell his n***as, "I'll ride for you, I'll die for you. n***a, I'll pop that tool." Then the n***a run up on him, "What up with ya man?!" "Yo, yo we not that cool." You broke an LOM rule you goddamn fool You could ask my NYB n***as I'm hot like Jay flow is in Marcy And you gon' take the L like you 'bout to go to Canarsie I'm a make you pa** like Pa** but this time it ain't that b**h Michelle That b**h you brought with you ewwww she might get you k**ed n***a I ain't gotta spit a shell, gypsy spell, voodoo b**h wish him Hell He had a worst case of Sickle Cell when his digestive system fail He sent his soldiers to get me well, missiles fell, pistols nails Platoons took an official L The lieutenant yelled, "We're gonna need back up!" "Pssst: Mission failed" n***a I stopped rapping 'bout guns Then I see fat n***as like this that never owned one Fantasizing rapping and yapping about my old ones Therefore when a magnum on me I leave blood on the wall and the cabinets homie It's gon' look like three bad a** kids was eating ravioli This ain't about who's right or who's wrong This about who's nice and who's awwww n***a even with no j**els on Only rocks I got are dimes the size of croutons You f**ing cheap like Jew p**n n***a Hollow's model is cool calm, you a five dollar bottle of Boone's Farm n***a I back hand him, he got choices to make he gon' act random He don't know whether to go for it, pa** or run and he can't ask Madden I said n***a you corny and you dress like a old man fool Got no swag dusty boots, dusty braids, old shampoo n***a my bars can make the Chi and the A go HAM too You corny like Braxton you and your brohams too