URLtv - Hollow Da Don vs Goodz lyrics

[Round 1: Hollow Da Don] I hate being predictable when people know what I'm bout to say So f** it, let's get the underarm jokes out the way The way he was sweating rivers it's like he had canoeing on his mind Like it was playoff time, clock 0.9 and Ewing's at the line At his last battle all the b**hes was like "look at Goodz" Cause unlike Brad, them pits (Pitt) wasn't looking good Then I heard Goodz got a gun connect, he gave 'em the chrome credit Goodz said, "thanks for the arms!" Dude said, "don't sweat it!" Then he won a stack from Rich Dolarz but he was still stressing rhymes Him and Lux jerked Mook but he swear he had the better lines He like, "I beat Rich fair and square, I swear that cheddars mine!" Now he think he getting close to the god just cause he get his bread and wine/whine Set the date and set the time, I separate his head and spine Levitate, let him fly, leatherface...nevermind I got some other sh** set aside Who think Goodz is tough? Good, cause I'ma show you Goodz ain't good enough I'll wait for him to get a deal, run up on his white Hummer Give 'em five like the Jackson's And leave him on the will like Mike's mother Even he said don't f** with Hollow He's a pipe buster he'll be the first to let it fly, you right/Wright brother I'll leave him baffled and shocked, I throw tantrums a lot That pipe with me, rice crispies, I snap, crack you and pop Black mac stashed and a Glock, never mind Let's talk about how he stare at the crowd for reactions Like they ain't get the rhyme I mean what you say is gay, cause you pause after every line Then he said Conceited is sick with that house in Virginia Why you talking so Malice? Like we don't know about your apartment in Dallas He the overprotective type He looking for a b**h to spend the rest of his life with I'm lookin' for a b**h to spend the rest of the night with Your wife, sh** we play good cop, bad cop with that trife b**h Cause you hand cuffed her and I gave her the night stick I mean, I didn't wanna hit his bride but it was wetter than a Slip And Slide and I just slipped inside Now why you say you battled Ca**idy, but he never say the outcome We know Ca** got a deal, he got left without one Hooked up with Swizz in early 2000 And that's when he got with Ca** and then dropped your a** Damn, we thought he did Mashonda bad But it's on to the next one, on to the next one, so I'm on to the next one I can't forget that hoe Rex That rap like he get more checks But last time I seen him He had a boost phone that's so old that it don't text And he rap about G5's but when he battled Okwerdz and had to go west No jet's but they coach Rex And Goodz gon play Mark Sanchez and start jetting fam' Cause I'm a come with that Cal to see him (coliseum) And make sure the metal land (Meadowland) Now I know that last bar wasn't like super duper duper duper cold But it is if you compare to I'm a Giant and need a super bowl LOM, you Snow dattttt! [Round 1: Goodz] This is exactly what I mean n***a Matter fact I can't say that about Hollow He one of them extra baggy jean n***as Last battle I was sweating crazy, respect, I'm hood But that was a $300 shirt, that Burberry made that sweat look good Now Hollow can spit, but let's make it clear though Besides the fact that Hollow can spit, he's a motherf**ing weirdo I deal with O's, I deal with pounds I deal with bricks with some to share though It's absurd the way I get rid of them birds, I'm a motherf**ing scarecrow This b**h had the nerve to ask me was I prepared though I said, b**h! I be k**ing these n***as drunk, you think I really care hoe? Truthfully I don't even think that this is fair though To put a n***a that got so much style against a n***a that'll wear those It's nothing you could do with me Hollow If you called a U-Haul you ain't moving me Hollow Used to think you was nice, but now you be losing me Hollow How you gon pull and shoot at bullet proof? To k** me y'all gon need a few of these Hollow's I take Uzi's and make movies for the best actor Call my gun Nem, you see that dot? I X Factors All these battle n***as wanted to battle who the best rapper I don't give a f**, long as them rounds is done I get that check after But you lost to Arsonal, cleary! No debating! In my five battles if a n***a say I lost cleary! You know he hating But Hollow don't grip tools, we know he a** I really played the block, skip school, wouldn't go to cla** I always had street smarts, never ran on n***as So I ain't have to know Math to put hands on n***as Disrespect and shatter 'em Had to sh** Conceited out just so Rex could battle him Now in the streets I'm a k** you Cause the street peoples knows I'm what you put your money on But you the stripper cause you might only beat me on the poles (polls) Ask Heez, he shoot the shotty, I move the oxy's But he is losing sloppy, wish he could disappear I said yeah can chew him properly This ain't a battle this a wake y'all just here to view the body I done diffused a lot of plans If y'all n***as heard one of Hollow Da Don's songs It'll be like when AC's first came out cause you'll lose a lot of fans That's why I'm sleeping on Hollow, a lot of snow That sh** you do, I mean it used to be cool but now it's boring I'm a need a freak in here with a fat a** that bleached her hair Hard statements, God patience and Jesus ears I'm a need Henny, Remy, another bottle of Henny And when that's half past gone I still won't be able to listen to them wack a** songs Now that's mad wrong but you don't just snitch You test the equipment, you get ya lab rat on Y'all could view horror yell Be happy you here to witness this the view slaughter hell I got a prediction for this new Sparta, well My prediction is, you gon take so many losses in the ultimate rap league That U R a L Buck 50 cross his face and his skin If I don't like him that's when the trouble waiting to begin Suffocate him til he die, suffocate him again They say why Goodz always drinking while he battle? Cause I'm already celebrating my win! [Round 2: Hollow Da Don] Now if I go to my writtens right now I'd definitely murk you But I'd rather come with fire off the head, Mike Jack's Pepsi commercial n***a talking 'bout Hanz like you nice with these n***as call me Hands cause they can count on me This n***a said my songs is terrible and he said my beats is trash They don't care how I sound on the beat, as long as I beat yo a** Then I heard Goodz got bags I went to the BX to see how much for each pound They said goods, bags, what you looking for Key Food or C-Town? He send n***as for me now, I send n***as 6'3" now, caught him on the rebound And slammed his a** without looking like Dee Brown His man, Charlie Clips, did one battle and he think he's top 3 now How we supposed to believe Charlie got Clips When we only seen three rounds? The sh** about you that's hideous, your neck got baby fat and it's sickening How I'm supposed to believe you spitting clips? Quit with all that jibbersish n***a ya neck is still ticklish I mean that's where grandma tickle him Make him sandwiches his breath start smelling all pickilish She feed you ridiculous, so when he talking beef He ain't talking bangers burners and gang murders When he talking beef he talking flame burgers and frankfurters So the day Goodz hold the semi Will be the day Oprah host a show for Biggie Or Suge Knight chauffeurs Diddy through Corbert City But the day I miss a step will be the day Goodz gets a neck Any day I step on this n***a's set and say f** what y'all n***as rep Cause if I'm vexed, put him to sleep drag him on my jet Just to make the picture clear, put the picture in the air Make it clear it's a high d**h (Hi Def) Now let's look on the bright side at least he can't die no more I heard about you in the interrogation room when they bodied bol I wasn't hundred percent that Goodz dropped a dime before So I let that thing start ringing and if he start singing Than I'll be sure (Al B. Sure) He screamed on Conceited cause he small Got in Tech 9 face cause he from out of state But he battled Ice in Harlem and gave him a lot of space He even laughed at his bars, it was tiring and sad He looked like a jolly go lucky son was admiring his dad Than he invested in a CD and tried to get cake Rent came and got evicted with his mixtape Should've bought a toilet and a ruler and tried to get your sh** straight sh** face, that purp I need a gallon a jug Or half a gallon Goodz and lose a gallon of blood My n***as aim and squeeze when we bust these arms He tried to reach and was spitting out blood cause he brushed me wrong Then I'm gone, then I'm on to the next one, on to the next one Aye Goodz why Swizz treat you like a stepson? Always let you hear a beat, never let you catch one You mad cause all my dogs fly like Jetson And I keep a gun in the crib for if intruders creep You'll scream, "Who's there?" I shoot than speak I could run in your sh** and co*k the ruger piece Cause you ain't got no heat in your house, your super's cheap And you super cheap, can't renew your lease But when you rap houses are nothing you got two or three Truthfully I do it to, divide the cake, n***a who are you? A hula hoop cause having you a round's (around's) a waste/waist [Round 2: Goodz] Your last battle I was sweating crazy But I got no regrets mayne, check game I put these bird n***as under my wing, right by the sweat stains Grab Hollow throw him in a head lock while I'm trying to break his neck He like "Yo Chamberz help!" I'm like "Shut up lil n***a, take this sweat!" You's a dick rider Hollow, no man I see Get the stepping cause it's clear you joined NYB for protection I mean I just don't get it, you got a name, you spit it like it's true You a well known battler, I mean you get a lot of views Okay here's something I wanna ask Why would you take a fraction of your career to do numbers under Math? NYB the heat, Hollow Lebron, Math is Wade, it's still the same theme Cause you couldn't do it by yourself So you went and got help, but it's still Dwyane Wade's team Don't get me wrong y'all all aight, but just don't go together Don't act rowdy Cause I ain't trying to approach you n***as to roast you n***as I just might have to coach you n***as, I'm Pat Riley Normally I don't do this but, I said let me watch one of Hollow's battles Try to get some life from him So I put on Hollow vs Okwerdz and started to write for him Now after the 3rd round I f**ing hated I watched him Cause all they was doing was yelling back and forth What the f** y'all had a relationship problem? If he saying he popping, he stunting How y'all gon put half a gal of Goodz against this n***a with a weak stomach? I gotta riddle for y'all, if I got two races and he won it When I slice ya just think Chrysler, buck 50, buck 50, 300 Y'all can't tell me Hollow ain't a dope head What y'all think he be leaning off the lean? No Hollow get his nose fed He set a scene with promethazine, don't mean to shock and play you But how you spit thinkin you sick drinking something that a doctor gave you Me and my n***as play like the doctors play too Cause we lay n***as down and give em shots like they do Ya dry thought's will show in the end I Vaseline all my bullets, make sure they go in his skin Aim low for the shins He catch darts from that Macy Gray Four four blocka It's like cocoa bu*ter I stretch marks and make 'em fade away Who wanna take his place? Y'all rappers play rounds scared I keep all of them in they place I'm like the gel ya b**h use I make em lay down here (hair) I mean do y'all really listen to the way this n***a rap? I tie you to a chair by your hair and make you disappear Hollow that sh** is wack Why you rap like you constipated? But think you trying to flip out? But then again I think your raps are constipated Sound like it's hard to get ya sh** out My crib got a bar and a big couch You look like you live with ya moms, got kicked out Y'all think hollow the rebu*tal king? Well you in trouble b**h cause I'm a show them When you got time to think it's easy to rebu*tal sh** Now it might be a freestyle to y'all But while I'm rapping all he doing is thinking of bars This is actual fact, no fibbing for a gimmick He just gon take those same bars And put em in the beginning of his written So before I let him do everything I just said, for the love of the sport I got one question for Hollow How the f** is it gonna feel to rebu*tal a loss? f*ggot! [Round 3: Hollow Da Don] Did y'all hear Goodz writtens? Those were some good writtens, now good riddance n***a them bars was trash I should reach for the waste and dump, and get rid of all this trash Your garbage a** belong inside a garbage bag Chop you up put you in zip locks and will all be Glad He said I don't rebu*tal in the middle of the writtens He said he'll put me in a headlock I got sharpshooters with head shots BANG! BANG! BANG! Craig's pops You kinda new but n***as tired of you, what you an old amateur? Run up on you and yo manager Flip no spatula or I hammer ya like the old Gallagher Got Glocks that slang so it's not a game when I said I sold (Soul) Calibers How you compare a Glock to a Dillinger? A drop to an Avenger? And since I brought that sh** up and first I was like I'm not gonna battle ya I should've did like a dodger and charge ya Cause this challenger is not in my caliber But then I said f** it and then he turned mad puss' He knew he'd get his a** cooked, you knew it'd be a bad look I put the pressure on him like, "Do the f**ing battle!" he was mad shook He knew that I was fire so I damn near had to strike him just to get a match book Then he tried to hit me with the sob stories He said, "You know my boo Sue?" I said, "Your boo who?" He said, "My boo Sue she just got cancer." I said, "Get over it, boo hoo." Out of spite have n***as run in the crib, rape his boo boo, the baby crying Pistol whip him, they got a lil boo boo But I was tight my n***as raped ya hype But I ain't polite banged her twice Bust a nut up in your pregnant wife You know just to make sure the baby's light He came home took a shower smelled something when his face was wiped I use your towel for my nut rag, n***a them my baby wipes Now he claim he nice and hustle hard like Ace Hood CO's invested, dropped it, straight wood Now that label wish they could go to the 1700's if they could And trade Goodz Wait, Goodz lets not get it misconstrued This ain't the BX versue QU, this is unnnnhhh versus 000000hhhh! This is yayyyyy!!!! Versus b0000000!!! This Hollow Dininon in the spot Queens represent, versus youuuuuu Cool, your b**h I supplied her with ten Big dick, his b**h thought I was high off extends n***a that's for calling my boots Lugz that's a lie they were Timbs For gambling with his life with one dice he gon die with his man Now cool this is the plan, clip him then start clipping his man Grab the 4, go loco (4Loko) than get rid of the can Now with the 6 cracking Goodz gon turn true blue With 5 popping Goodz gon leak sue woo Now think about them last few bars and let the numbers mix Goodz just got his head cracked, 4, 5, 6 And earlier I ain't call out Clips and Rex For a battle I just felt they crossed a line of disrespect But I apologize to the fans cause if I want a battle I ain't gotta ever ever ever ever gotta call y'all name Ball game! Where he at? Ball game n***a, BX! You snow that! [Round 3: Goodz] Wait a minute, his man talking bout BQE He wanna brag on a rack But no one from New York still wear tags on they hat You must be dreaming, who you think you better than? I saw you smack boxing with the rookies now you swinging with a veteran Hollow rep LOM and they keeping him for President Do y'all know what LOM mean? Leaning Off of Medicine This has got to be the cleanest you have ever been Beasley why you keep giving me these dirty n***as? Hold up Smack pause all the cameras Hollow one of them n***as every time you see him they filthy sh** I thought you was an auto mechanic Back to back warring with cannons I got two arm shells Get his b**h the whole magazine, Blu Contrel f** this rap sh**, I'm riding, we shoot arms well n***a Hollow never roll, he got that new car smell And we ain't stopping til the war is done To beat me y'all gon need Math, Cortez and Hollow all in one I'm hurting em, I start to squirting 'em That's word to my daughter that slaughter come if I grab that water gun Back to battle I saw what was going wrong I wanna say sorry to my fans I was gone so f**ing long But I was thinking of who to battle thinking of all the stories Knew Math and Rex ten years each, Clips my f**ing brother The rest of you n***as bore me I thought about battling Aye Verb, but that n***a's so f**ing corny {Fight breaks out and battle over}