URLtv - Rum Nitty vs. Ave lyrics

[Round 1: Ave] Nitty, tonight, I'd advise they would be no horse playing Bring your best; this was a fresh move For you, still an L, ‘cause I ain't Chess They say my style placed me top of the rookies Well, I feel like Trey in the crib ‘Cause punching with tiers finally got me this p**y Nitty, what's goodie? f** that! You brought your block for support? ‘Cause I could tell these n***as not what you thought The first Quarter with the problem getting dropped But if the Glock the resort You'll hear shots popping in Quads; think Pac in New York See, quarters is quads The same place where n***as set it on Pac n***a, you're just a stepping stone to get me on top But apparently, being drugged is your plot, y'all think not He was fiending to be on Smack, now he begging for Roc But they sent me to put the chalk to him So if I Am Legend Then watch how I wash dog while I talk to him Just ‘cause the Poet mark you a genius That don't mean you on point, son ‘Cause you know Kevin Johnson in Phoenix I get to sparking these ninas Well, you'll be Denzel in He Got Game Go from the box to you talking with Jesus See, y'all the reason n***as thinking they tough ‘Cause repping that 4th Quarter Only mean sh** will change for a buck Wait, hold up, see all this Crip sh** you spit out your mouth Don't mean nothing when my n***as in route He'll white flag once my clique at his house That's where you see these n***as in living color ‘Cause after the first clip, the b**hes come out I mean, these 4th Quarter n***as ain't hard They're scared for ya As soon as you fired on, they off; go Craig on ya Or I'll rob you ‘til your bread shorter Put that drum stick to your thigh You either come off the chicken or lose a leg, Quarter But you ain't in the streets at all, you bum Your heart not strong enough to run that base; you John Q son You strapped up? Well, I'm armed too, chump, the war started f** your vest, let it scream on caps; I'm Troy Martin Pardon, no sparkin', gun bu*t with the mean grip The serial smack his face, like he riding with Queenzflip ‘Cause we ain't slip with straps, what's cookin'? I'm on my Voletta Wallace I brought that big poppa back through Brooklyn So f** Rum! Besides, I be drinking on that Henny It won't mean sh** to leave him stinking from the semi But they ga**ed him up thinking he gon' hit me But he don't want to be the one sent To face the right; that's Lincoln on a penny And I still got the weapons to end it So you can go from the right to bare arms Like the Second Amendment I extended the sweetest piece So if B's [?], this West Coast n***a dead by 30 I'll make it easy, E He ain't beating me, nor one of these f**ing f*ggots If you got rage to come after Ave, just don't be average See, you talking it like you straight k**ers Soon as he hook, put money on, they book, like it's JPay, n***a I don't care if you Crip bang, b**h One shot will finish this 4th Quarter in Phoenix I don't bull in the game 6 Y'all pump packs and sh**… Wait, backtrack, 4th quarter, Phoenix; that Game 6 shot was Paxson, b**h! I stash that fifth, and beat the foul out ya Then point it at the back of your head; that's Alfalfa It ain't nothing tough ‘bout ya, see, I stay fight ready And I off the n***a cap; that's cake like Prezi How he gon' check me? Y'all ga**ing this n***a like he go so hard That's with the scam in on a card; you're like a ZoGuard But you ain't getting real dough, n***a Nobody on foot ball between bars but a field goal kicker I fear no n***a, so let him be stupid to prove he truly swing Put a clear round in this p**y; my shooters NuvaRing f** who he bring, ‘cause if they cross them trenches He the first down, soon as he get the fourth and inches Wait, but you Writer's Bloque, right? Well, where the f** them clowns when you need them? Soon as J see the big cannon, the rounds gon' delete him But Danny get the shotty right in his mouth, when I see him Think Yo Gotti, ‘cause soon as it goes down, end of DM And since Magic want to know who's a new k**er Yeah, I know the answer Aye, I can reenact how you shoot and step over Lou n***as So f** what this clown come spit ‘Cause when I'm smoking the 4th Quarter That only mean he down 1 zip. Time, man! [Round 1: Rum Nitty] We got Rum Nitty versus Ave… Damn, Smack got me moving backwards You don't see that I'm the truth? It's like I dropped a tier to give you this shot; I'm Nino on the roof Don't leave out the venue I see n***as squeezing out the Coupe My white boy from Queens said “Soon as you done: leave, he finna shoot.” They brought the best to him And they bet, Norbes and Myers Put papers down for this sh**; public restrooms I'll f** your b**h p**y with the 9 barrel, Nitty trippin' Make sure your girl's tore with the mill, like Drizzy dissin' Then he gets it, if I forget the mittens, I'll slide through with tube socks on the time; that's Risky Business Or he'll get the blade, stick it in your temple, twist it Pull it out, and run it back in your head, like you're reminiscin' The punch crazy, but the set-up Get caught later, like Jimmy Henchman I'm dope, n***a I'll OD in this b**h if I come out the coat with it Then mark you out before the chest shot; Pulp Fiction If I whip the piece, your family f**ed Head shot your mom's sister They gon' have to M-O-P your aunty up Handle what? n***as dyin' You'll see a flash from behind when the milli light him That was fire, coming from the background like Gwitty hypin' Lift the iron, I'll let a dummy go off the top, like 50 Tyson But they say you're washing me. I say “Cool, cut the check, then he's who I'ma air out next," like a tracheotomy Don't lie to me, ‘cause I'll be at your crib knocking With a big fifth, that b**h Shining Catch what the nickel send through the door n***a, here's Johnny Something fat and a little colt, it be a big body Catch the Tommy, Boy, and rip your back, like Chris Farley If I raise sh** sparking I let that b**h go “blaka”, n***a, like he Facebook stalking Or I'll be at your door and all The whole house'll rest, ‘cause that sh** you on ain't cool You took it too far, now I'm going off I know he soft, from the jump I get it in So many men die when the coin toss Nah, I got a hundred in the drum to get busy with He try to run – guess whose back getting 50 sent in? I lock and load, riding out with the squad for sure I get it jumping for the Quarter off top, n***a, I'm the goat f**ing maricón! Two shots, leave Roc laid on Ave; it look like cobblestone You copy, holmes? One from the can pop at him I let it fly, it will break up Ave, like Hanco*k landin' What your hands like, family? You'll get your chin broken; right, left, left, right You'll get clocked back and forth, like hypnosis I'm a 40 sparker I'll let it wet across your forehead like holy water He known for talkin'; me, I'll lift it and squeeze He try to dip, then this sh** erase your back Like when your earring's missing a piece Gun Line King, I used to let the can go daily Beam on it, I inf a mil and catch you with the semi lacking That's what the can for, baby We don't keep it cool; real life sh**, I keep a tool Pull and squeeze and shoot Let ten open up on his face, like peek-a-boo He done joined the Cave So now he think he royal every time he come around, right? Well, I'll give you kings ten, Ave Head shot, lift your crown heights I'll run inside, lace the crib, shooting over the table, sh** Take his ribs, bet five racks I won't miss this trash n***a I'm Money Making Mitch Real sh**, you can't keep it real yourself n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… (k** yourself!) [Round 2: Ave] Hottest in the city, they heard that I'm really poppin' I'm good on every block, I ain't got to be milly rockin' Ave nice, and the last dude that doubt that, n***a Died f**ing with the boss; he went out like Blizzard You'll get the picture, I was planning to k** you in the future They wanted to see the king this March; I'm Martin Luther You're just hyped up when you matter But now that I get at him Even they see you bodied, b**h, that ain't biting in the Apple I'ma snap him, take it past rap, I bet I'll leave him there Soon as I eyeball a Quarter, like I don't need a scale Tell your people bail, ‘cause I won't even speak Just “shh”, aim on a n***a, then I OD B He ain't got to get the Glock, goddammit n***a, he'll be socked up Like when you give a back shot standin' I could handle him with a mean right; but on the other hand A pump can light up the face, like Halloween night ‘Cause they just seem hype You know, clown face, sound brave Throw their fours up like they're wild, that's what wild rage That sh** for the crowd, ace Bet if we scrap, y'all gon' see his troops jet in the back That's Colonel Guile stage That's child play, the Internet digging this f**ing clown You think you Pac? Well, try to be digital underground ‘Cause can't no dummy play me. My lil dog be going bananas Kicking cans; even my puppy monkey, baby But I ain't get patted down, I'm concealing the Smith 'N' So watch your lips whenever a real n***a spittin' I go to kicking my rounds and hear these clowns And get the feeling they trippin' I dump the 40 while I'm cooking; that's Steel in the kitchen You see the difference? With punches, I'm an animal, duke Even handle you with the hands? ‘Cause these zoo landers, too See, I can beat this geek up Or with this stick, cap around on the eye Then shell his body, like he Mr. Peanut Y'all got me f**ed up What, y'all don't think that we hold lead? I kick up in his spot, that Glock to his forehead He don't open up that box for the bread Then what he face even uglier if locks get cut; that's O-Red Then I'm swayze when that shotty through spittin' ‘Cause as soon as you see this b**h run up on me Watch the body get lifted Who want a dirty dance? 30 in the can sparkin' 25 in the 4th Quarter, like Reggie in the Garden But you don't want to lose your life right here You'll end up with a light pop at head; now, that's a bright idea My n***a Law told me, "Punch out silly, Rum on a roll!" Well, I'm in it, Ty, I doubt it if this bird out-spit me See, he ain't even peep that word out, did he? I said "In it, Ty," put that together, I ain't worried 'bout Nitty ‘Cause Cornell's not a shotter I flesh Corn, and your sh**, you'll pa** But you won't die just proper I'll get him popped up, matter of fact, nah, I'll k** his a** Dome shot, head hit his shoulder; look like the Thriller dance See, I can give him jabs, ‘cause the left done left a lot shook Or a hole around in the neck, look what the shot put That Glock cook, but the rifle round is madness I'll touch through the lens; that's Calvin gla**es Or I'll catch him with his folks hanging Close-ranging, low-aiming Both bangers ringing together; look like I'm rope swinging Bro thinks I'm joking, but I'll smoke him on the scene Two grips ripping his shirt; he Hogan in the ring f** you mean? You know we talk that slick talk, that stick talk Bullet in his shoe if he move, now tell this Crip, "Walk!" [Round 2: Rum Nitty] So you're in Roc family, right? Well, that sh** fake I'll whip a big blade, it's about one foot, it's for your kin, Tay Get slayed, stand over the body with the stick waived You're number 2 in the city, you're used to being under a big K I'm straight to it, I'll be going for blood from the jump Radio Raheem rings; I don't show a hater love when I punch Get your mug pushed in, jump and let a slug cook him Ironic how I'm going to destroy Ave but I love Brooklyn Way different, just expect I'ma shoot you You press my bu*tons, soon as I see money, I'ma pull out Does this register to you? You thinking I'ma get k**ed, that's grimy ‘Cause what I kick, give you three clear rounds to the side Like an Air Max 90 I'm finna have a blueprint to k** this geek if this works out Oh, y'all ain't peep Verb versus SB? I started off with the remedy in the first round I let it ring, if he survive, your man in surgery next He come back and get the second ring Or visit your city with the matics poppin', and I'm robbin' Trying to get rid of your house in Virginia, like Magic Johnson I'll clap an artist, good shot, that's a marksman Pull a bow and put an arrow in his face; Ave a target I send my young n***as dumping out the steel They get one off – *BAH* The first pop warn a n***a how the youngins in the field I got a clip full of hollows for whoever talk; I'll leave four of these b**hes smoking on your roof, like Set It Off No matter a vet or a rookie ‘Cause I've been letting loose ever since I came out, baby But the key goes to flex on a p**y Get pistol whipped with the MAC; I'll Big Pun a b**h So if this guy goes upside your head, it's capital punishment s** a dick! I'm known to smoke b**hes I'll make a nice n***a hang it up, literally You missed the punch, that means I'll rope a dope n***a Got an aim slanted when I hold the four spittin' Sideways, I'll peel out a round on Ave, like I'm Tokyo driftin' Behind these bars He's going through some sh**; Shawshank escape I get it poppin', pet adoption; I'll put dog in his place I give a f** if a n***a big, I'll be all in his space You can be Tyson cut, don't mean you want parts in the fade But y'all call it shaking, right? Cool, I got you a little later The nina k** him, two of these'll peel him I'll let it black and fly in his face, like FEMA children You type done, you'll lose all train of thought when the 9 dump A head shot will make him blank it out, like Mike's son I'll light one, you make a move, you'll get done dirty The DE tick off sides if you jump early But n***as stay talkin'. Remain calm, or the blade on him Then I run it across Ave, like I'm jaywalkin' Tez on Twitter acting like he want to smoke – okay, partner If the fifth in the shorts Then I'm whipping it on Cort', like James Harden I'll straight box him, he say something crazy, I'ma swing 2K free throw, soon as he get to the line We get it shaking on the screen Don't try to scam me, I got nice hands and something nice handy. And I'll pop a round in your life, like a white family KG gave me the extra magazine Like, “You might wanna beware, not scared.” He'll get a head shot The clip I got from Kevin bakin', I'll let it air up there And your squad can't jump in, this is yo' bag. Joey Jihad sh**; you better take these punches on your own, Ave! I don't like you b**hes So watch the boy from the Quarter black and enlighten n***as Large slug, I'll ice you with it; nothing small's in the clip A little n***a spit big 16's, like "Sky's The Limit" Real sh**, you can't keep it real yourself n***a, suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…(k** yourself!) [Round 3: Ave] To all you little n***as sending shots at the game, scram Switch up your game plan, ‘cause sh** changed Don't send a shot that's way out your range, damn Like, get this in your brains, fam Before you make a Roc round You got to see Ave first, that's on the Cave, man Don't even play if y'all ain't k**ers ‘Cause you gon' have to be more than sharp for Tay You know rock breaks scissors But now that I'm up in the picture n***a, step to me, go ahead and sleep But as soon as I catch you restin', peace See, I'm that n***a in the East, n***a, they was checking for me Basically, you get to eat off my flow; I'm Victor Sweet See, that's why we're different, geek ‘Cause see I've been about the action 30 under the 40; that's an improper fraction I clap whatever pop in his mind, so you'll be dead before Smack transform him, the first opp to miss prime ‘Cause never mind, ‘cause they don't need him Maybe I can leave him undercover next to God; I'll J. Reid him Who can't see him? My flow sk** only prove that he roadk** I'll beat him at his style with a touch, give it that road feel And yo, f** that punchline belt that they say you hold, queer ‘Cause I'll put a tip to that title, like it's a Hov deal I'm so ill, my flow hell, bro sh**, I done took plain bars and washed bodies, like hotel soap I'll let a shell go, but he ain't got the heart to be strapped Don't no n***as in Phoenix ring, blame Barkley for that But I got smokers that clap, n***a, they stay with it Soon as you see us whip, let that HK hit it But I don't need cash to pay they ticket sh**, I can slide a cookie on the card, just like Day-Day did it You want to take a thug's gamble? Well, understand, I'm strapped and fat On both sides, n***a, I love handles So f** beef, ‘cause we run to it Sign on a pair of pennies Watch the tongue before you see one through it But you ain't stupid, and you know that if we rumble, you out So why speak what you don't want to be 'bout? Like, be humble, don't go running your mouth Or you can get a buck 50 upfront I'll start his own GoFundMe account See, they doubt us, ‘cause we some south hitters Well, I'm in your cotton picking yard Holding my uncle Tom, "Come out the house, n***a!" Big mouth, get a f**ing bum murked up ‘Cause I doubt if he can hold steel, like your son first cut It's all a bluff, y'all buying all this reckless sh** he talk? I mean he ain't really shooting; he Tom Sheppard in the park So put your state on the map and just chill Keep it rap ‘fore that AR is on a n***a back for real You see the sk**, they k** for the type of sh** Ave write I'm John Stockton with a dish to Malone, I'm past nice Make your riders pay bucks up front, like a cab price So when your team cap right on the head, it's draft night ‘Cause you bad, right? Cool, well, the shots will get fatal Let him run, sh**, we ain't done; spin the block, like a dradle ‘Cause we ain't worried about the jakes, dog, we play raw I don't feel it's a big risk, f** it; that's Ray Charles But see, y'all support these bluffs Meanwhile, I got a n***a trying to fight justice Like Chicago with the brush So before you start acting all hyped from your yes men Just know, life ain't make you six feet, but d**h can So you saying sh** to fit for the footage ‘Cause where I'm from, we're gon' pull it Long as it got a fire pin to the bullets A high point 40 saved my life, I fell in love with that That plastic was popping them rounds And it wasn't bubblewrap But KG claim the West on your back? Well, when you're shot and end up in a heavy bag, thank Kevin for that So I hope he brung his chopper ‘Cause soon as he done, partner, n***as get lumped proper We still owe them one for Hoffa Now, I ain't making this no Westside hate Well, if it's popping sh**, then part two They told me, "Next, fry Day!" ‘Cause I don't play, that tough sh** that he saying, made up Straight fable, you s** on cable; fake f** ‘Cause you talking like you banging that steel But see I really doubt that B be gunning Unless you thinking like Bill See I can punch him to d**h Not just with bars though, my hands is a problem I'll leave him lumped up, bad as Apollo See, I ain't only got to blast it with hollows I mean, the Bible said “Thou shall not steal” That's the only Commandment I follow I know I'm sinnin', Lord No, *blaow* – look who I'm sendin', Lord! You'll see a Quarter flip in the battle, like the beginning, or Squeeze this round, well, I can leave the semi now ‘Cause they ain't getting the prints, like Patrice McDowell I got now, I told you fix my plate, right, Smack? ‘Cause they be sleeping, it's time I bring my state right back I don't give a f** about these s**er n***as, they type wack ‘Cause I'm a n***a out of Norfolk, straight like that [Round 3: Rum Nitty] sh** can get real Mz. Gracie, my n***a I know what y'all thinking, wait, y'all thinking weight Nah, overk**, two hands over the mill That's what I was saying: grace A headshot in front of a crowd, he'll go a crazy way But giving him the steel in the chest really takes the cake For the record, I'll deal with you, like labelmates I'm nice, even if I f** up it's a dope error, like ‘88 He be talking like his gun dump, but won't say it to the kid I'll lift a 9 in his face, like I'm Nunn Nunn You ain't use your head, think Better go watch my last sh** again That'll make a young n***a fear the pen He'll be scared straight I don't lead waste, I'm only aiming to stretch him If I miss you, baby, it's gon' be okay, I got faith I'ma X him Get did bad, bullet knock your man hat in the streets for talking East-West; I'll split you with the fifth, Ave Quick bad, the PG never had a shot Don't be shocked if the kid pa** Let 30 out the thing. Saga versus Chilla; trying to make his back slide with the dirty magazine But they say his rounds popping And I don't want no trouble with that But I'm just too damn different, like Double Impact Facts, one 9 will crack, your spine will crack From this old Colt; they gon' have to reunite his back I can scrap, go across his chin, try the left Or the right shift to flip the script; that's the bu*terfly effect Get ran through, I used to keep the nina on me ‘cause I had to And on them long nights, Coors Light sh** got cold, the can blew But you, on my life, n***a sweet, can't catch me slippin' I'll commit a**ault on Ave, like it's ice on the street Get stomped out if my squad start it He'll have 50 n***as turning up on Ave; that's a block party But he f** with the law probly So I shouldn't waste my breath on a rat, I ain't John Coffey But n***as blow smoke, no action, so if he miss a step The 5 getting whipped from the belt; I go Joe Jackson We pull up g**nin', hopping out the 4-door flaggin' And on sight, I'll pick you off, like they photo flagged him I'm known for that, mid battle, a 40 clap That sh** will stop Ave dead in a round, like a cul-de-sac My style belong on Smack. I'm that sure, you dig me? Y'all remember "I'm Gonna Git You s**a"? Well, me not stepping on the platform is fishy And me versus the n***as y'all want to see? It won't happen – I come at them, they run from me So I can only k** what rap n***as Smack put in front of me But first, they ain't want to f** with me And I'd have made it to the stage quicker If I'd have done a PG or been from the East But I battled Rex, Red, Ars, Lotta, Magic For me to come to the East and do a PG, that's backwards But I still made it to this stage without that sh** So facts is, I ain't earn my respect – I snatched it So you can't put me in that box, I'm sorry I done travelled all over the atlas, but y'all think I'ma come back to the Ave and get ran off; I'm not Safaree The MAC raised, I'm dropping every n***a out the Bat Cave But first it started on the Ave, like the old Smack day New York, New York, big city of dreams Y'all remember that Snoop sh**? Well, I brought in my dog pound And let it kick in the building, like Snoop did Just worry ‘bout the bars and don't worry what I got on But if you is worried, lomclothing.com b**h, I already told him, I'm 99 percent gun lines The other 1 is the slogan: k** yourself!