Yung Ill - Charlie Clips vs Yung Ill lyrics

[Round 1: Yung Ill] They put Clips on this cliff, I tell 'em leap from the edge But it's discerning cause This the type of sermon I should've been preaching to Red But I'm back Smack, I feel right at home Can get my rifle on to detach every vital bone Between his feet and his head Give his casket a microphone and tell his fans he can speak from the dead See you an industry n***a, I'm a "in the street" n***a So the streets how I play it Quarter mil' tucked between the mattress, no sheets on the bed I'll have a cell phone the first week in the F.E.D.S Handsome, but this handgun a beauty, I'm a beast with the lead He propose beef but petition for peace when I put this piece to his head He said, "Them dope lines will bring Yung Ill back" Boy that sound like something my niece would've said You more bu*t than the first piece of the bread Cause dope lines like, "I will get tired and slow leak 'em Or just air it all out", but why weed through the lines that I care nothing 'bout I'm a straight shooter, I'll just crack heads from here on (heron) out Do you know what kind of drama you are in B? Um, well, machete with the Jagged Edge, he's taking more than one L Y'all brought Boyz II Men? Well these End Of The Road gun shells When these straps are drew, he'll see 'em life like dumbbells I told Smack, "We Could Do It Anywhere"; 112 You dealing with that carnivore that was born for war Get your armor tore, I'm in Harlem armed with fours Swarm his corner and snapped his arm in four Bounce to his parents house unannounced But what I need to give a warning for? When I'm bombing shots that'll open mom and pops like a corner store But tell this cat to stop it, get his body in HD I tap his pockets and come after doe like ray me You'll get put in a B.A.G. for trying to be a G All that G.A.B. will have me on his block With the windows down like I need AC But y'all already know what I do to this n***a... Just in case y'all forgot, who is this n***a? [Round 1: Charlie Clips] You was on d** when I was battling B Magic Your neice was right And I stated "If that one real fact Then these c**aine lines will bring Yung Ill back" Welcome back my n***a, a lot of fans thought you died Not from the a** whooping O-Red gave you, but from all the d** you tried When I found out you might be smoking crack, man I l most cried Remember when I called your phone like, "Yo, it's gon' be alright!" Well I always lied n***a, I'm a hustler, it's my job for me to gas up a crackhead n***a, I don't have third rounds, you don't have no rounds Which one of us owe Smack bread? But see, Beasley wanna keep your career going, well n***a that's dead Cause your career will never grow here (hair) again, it's like Smack head But let me pause that, no h*mo Cause gay n***as like you give off a different feel You probably wanna run naked in the daylight/Daylyt That's a different quill I shoot this cal', boy (cowboy) them bullets are runing backs That's an Emmitt drill This gun I got ain't never hang out with Bishop, it's a different Steel I'll lace 6 of your n***as when it get to peel, Lasix, get the pill I'm just trying to see what a mode he in (Imodium) when sh** get real You soft, my eye see cotton (Oxycontin) when you in the field I'm always whooping St. Louis n***as a**, that been a drill (Benadryl) Lasix, Oxyontin, uh what else I said? Imodium, Benadryl, that whole scheme was d** Literallly, I went through like four different pills But for the people that ain't catch that the first time I'm so mean with it I'm a peel those bars back and do a whole 'nother scheme with it See you n***as in the midwest gas X (Gas X), like he the sh** But I told that n***a, breathe with it See you make n***as fiend, but when I rap I make more fiend (Morphine) with it I'm a pharmacist, that ain't register? Well let me open this machine with it Price check, load the beam with it Two caps a fly through your...whoo let me leave with it Wait a minute, two pill through your capsules Everything inside a leave (Aleve) with it That's two pills and capsules, y'all don't get it y'all gone have to leave with it You know what, let me breathe with it Cause I'm starting to sense that it's a lil' drama You ain't worth a buck fifty, I pull out this blade, give him a lil' comma That shotgun will blow his head clean off so I'll use a lil' llama When I'm finished, they'll have to give him a fake Left Eye like Lil' Mama [Round 2: Yung Ill] He say we gas X? Well it's time to knock a target down X was pa**ed ga**ed and I ain't come to fart around Well I questioned your character and every n***a you kick it with But no merely on a personal level but on the business sh** Cause you spread fictitious foolishness about folks you still do business with Speak bad on Smack but then go battle on Smack, like a hypocrite But do the math, it's serious, this not my partner or my homie I had plans to say f** this 2nd round like Math Let this left jab rock 'em and be gone Charlene, f*g, you probably wear dockers with a thong Computer thug 'til it's choppers to his dome And his brains rolling off the screen like Stockton and Malone But consider yourself just informed it's probably best not to flex Cause it's not a sketch when weapons' drawn If he look confused he'll get hooked to tubes Like a baby that just was born, I'm in reckless form In a black mask like Zorro, or like Goro, I come swing extra arms But y'all know, them Mortal Kombat references overused and too bland But you still more b**h than Kitana that's why you only got like two fans But 'all giving promo to this h*mo So that just mean y'all on the DL with him The three shells hit him and the eulogy say "He fell victim" I'll head would ya, get a tumor From attempting to spread rumors with no details on him That just shows you are a b**h behind them bars like a female prison This battle rap patriot, Hernandez working the pistol I'm back to work, it's official Won't go on Twitter and get personal with you See me in person and question me about my personal issues But what I gotta do? Hit up Hitman, get a Hitman chopper? You know, the one with the kick stand And kick back that got a big bounce to it But y'all wanna see a mark down? Just put a price on his head And I'll put a discount on him But y'all know what's Down-Bad Bad? Is he talk to K-Shine old girl, y'all know Ash Cash But wait, you with your girl and you want beef? Well I got what you crave That pistol pop, I'll slider her in a casket and zip the top And treat you like White castle fries n***a I'll put you in a different box Fly Fam [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Now I'm not the one to repeat myself, so pardon me But you was on d** when I was battling B Magic And I stated "If that's one real fact then these c**aine lines a bring Yung Ill back." Wow, never knew I was a psychic, for now on call me Mr. Cleo n***a And in your future I see Aye Verb hugging you Skinny jeans and you losing this battle 3-0 n***a You on d** now, so I guess you think your aura cool (oracle) Cause you popping pills like Neo n***a Oh yeah now it's 'bout time you get pissed behind these bars I'm ya P.O. n***a See it's lines like that that separate me and you See I show the world we got different sk**s See the difference is, you throw up, I'm Precious on her period That's a different ill You know Show Out, I know how to show out, we see different Bill's Shout out to my n***a Chilla Jones But when I scheme, I give a different chill Like I got a .38 a 357, a mac-11 and that AK is a yopper With all them guns it look like I'm tryna make Da Band and the AK is my Choppa But I named it Dylan cause it spit hot fiyah and it blast dummies I pull it out and bring the b**h outta n***a, I named it Babs Bunny I can shoot and make this whole crowd Puffy Everybody gone have to take a deep breath That mac-11, don't nobody wanna see it spit, I named it E. Ness And I got a gun from the 80's tucked in the closet, but show it respect That b**h black and got a Special Delivery, that G-Dep See that was a light scheme I was just tryna show you that I been a threat You just getting on this stage Ill, why f** with me when I been a vet? I'll catch this n***a in Missouri, at a club, on line like the internet Pull out the cig' and let everybody in the Lou' see me smoke him, like a cigarette Pull on the cig' in the Lou-see (lucy) {​​Choke}​​ f** it I'ma freestyle now right cause everything he do is on crack Even when you battle rap you on Smack And when you don't battle you on smack What you called all them n***as in the midwest And X-Fact ain't never call back He on Twitter I'll, you could've DM'd X, that you was on crack But I see your career going through a Ruff Ryde So f** it, sometimes you gotta breathe with it If they don't serve you right on the D-Block Then I guess you gotta leave with it I'll Drag-On ya f**ing body, this whole scheme with it Back out on me and your career gone be short here (hair) like Eve did it Wait a minute, yeah, I got that old gun like I said it was G-Dep You disrespected me, I can't believe you wouldn't show me respect You know what I'ma shoot this gun right since you wanna hang with T-Rex I'll shoot your tee, but I ain't aiming at a V-Neck We flesh [Round 3: Yung Ill] I get stamped cause I press the envelope Well let's address this male/mail with semi's and snubs Send him these slugs to put his face on that piece of paper that reads, "In memory of" Cause on my mama if Clips want drama we can play Clips came close to being something they honored just to say This strap look like it came with a speedometer, but hey It's gon' help me shoot 'em from a few kilometers away I know Clips he a goldfish, I'm that piranha in his way I'll make his attitude change with this chopper I go Obama with this K But let's talk plainly, I could slip in a jab if he act angry cause I scrap mainly But I rather slide the clip in the mag You'll be a clothing store cashier, I let him throw a fit in the bag Aye Lux, this Harlem quarter back? Well he won't make it past the first verse down to the quarter If I throw him a quarter Pack and he don't report it back down to the corner This man will get delayed if I get my mans the .38 And jot down a few orders, ironic How a strap I lend (island) could have him surrounded by water But you a rap wa*ksta that act gangsta, but your heart's so queer Hollow shells, I will parallel park those here Before his background can start those cheers The paramedic start those clears, wait Insert "Don Demarco" here See this f*ggot the type that'll go to the mall matching his wife Everything, shirt, jeans, jacket and Nikes Down to the hat with the spikes But this ain't happening right, see I'm acting just like I planned on rapping tonight, when I should've been back slapping this dyke With a steel bat or a pipe long before they started detaching his mic But what I should do? Save some of these hollow's for a rematch with Hollow To show 'em that he not Da Don? See Clips wanna scheme, try angles ever since he seen me and Rex tangle But he know I run circles on him like an Octagon That's cause you out of shape But if I'm mad and 2 K's on me just beware You'll get more than tackled when I press this square I'm back like I never left, y'all ain't met a n***a better yet Get ya weight up I'm doing heavy sets But it's Fly Fam', y'all already know what I do to this n***a Y'all know the slogan, Smack, who is this n***a? [Round 3: Charlie Clips] They say my third rounds on King Of The Dot be amazing But when it come to URL I never have these See when I was itching to get back in the ring, they tried to dog me But come to find out I never had fleas Smack like, "We got steak knahmsayin'?!" But then you sit at the table, they only have peas Well Smack got the juice but he cheap So I had to meet/meat with the crackers to have cheese You think like cheese/crackers/juice/meat, pause, that was odd n***a I just broke a Lunchable down, to the fat people I'm God n***a They say battle rap is like being in prison Well I wanna welcome you to the yard n***a But I'ma bang your head so hard against the cell Your cause of d**h gone be bars n***a I'll have 100 n***as lined in your hood, that's a congregation You at work, I"ll run in your office, inauguration .38 on my left, but the 4 to the right that's a tragic combination I'll clap you, see more eyes rolling than a ratchet conversation I got a b**h I call Coretta, she'll visit you King She keep a deuce-deuce in her bra The wrong chest (chess) move will get rid of your queen Her real name is Christina, no lie right, her vision is mean I send him in his crib while she sleep Christina a throw a milli on (Milian) and get rid of The-Dream Christina Milian, Dream, some of y'all might be sleep I'm on the block with the cocoa (CoCo) This n***a Yung Ill, Ice Tea (Ice-T) sweet I got a fiend that'll knock you out and this n***a might be cheap Cause he'll floor you for a knick, that's a Spike Lee seat Speaking of basketball All you battle rappers using the same bars now-a-days And I'm thinking that's crazy Everybody nine ringing back to back like Lebron James I'm thinking baby If I catch this n***a child in Brooklyn, I don't need two rings or gotta spray three Cause I'll let a bullet Pierce through his King with one ring, that's KG Yeah n***a, I shoot you out your clothes you better be on your third sweater And I choked on purpose in the second round Just to make sure my third better Yeah they want me to battle Daylyt next I'm thinking what's this stupid sh** they speaking 'bout? Well put the money up Smack, I'll fry Day' (Friday) before the week is out