URLtv - Hitman Holla vs Conceited lyrics

[Round 1: Hitman Holla] First off moment of silence for Phara and Shooney Let me guess Con' If sh** get out of hand you gon pull out that big machine like this Shut up! You look like the type of n***a that swing like this n***a I'm from St. Louis where all year round n***a it's chrome season Chill Con'...you know I'm known for making Worldstar...for the wrong reasons You ain't heard? I'm a boss, I ain't gotta let that tooly go I point and give my Wolves the a**ist, I'm like Rubio Y'all put Jada' in his prime versus Coolio? A 3rd street corner on an island with Julio Con', rap about your wardrobe, some sh** that you really got Don't rap about a war role, sh** that you ain't never shot All you know is Polo, Fendi on the buckle What you know about a solo 30 minute scuffle? What you know about gang fights? 30 n***as rush you And ya head on a swivel cause a n***a might cut you Nothing... I done been involved with that And still found time to make the playoffs, my stats In High School and college, I'm a boss with that And I ain't never had a job, I got it all from rap Matter fact, f** a convo, I'm pretty sure Con know I'm wild, Congo, he a Muppet, Gonzo I send shots that you couldn't block with Alonzo Boy stop we can box, I'll beat 'em blindfold Yeah, you on Wild N Out, so? What he signed for? I hurt Con and take him out of that season like Rondo Meet his a** in Brooklyn like, "n***a what you lying for?" Take his body with me drag 'em across the Verazzano I give 'em 30 at the half You better call a timeout before ya fans find out You floating and they find you in the water like Lebron house Witnesses like, "We saw a man in front of Con house" Ding ding ding, yeah stupid I'm who they talkin bout P.S. ya songs a** Con you ain't got no tracks buzzing Delivery trash you act foul but won't hack nothing All you got is bars, nothing else, I don't lack nothing I volunteered to coach this b**h n***a, I'm Pat Summitt You 4'11" chill you wouldn't attack nothing You shooting? A room full of balls you wouldn't clap nothing Pause, I get my hands on Con, I'll snap something Punch him in his chest and f** around break his back from it You don't really want that action, you worried about matching Con you's a b**h cause my b**h could fit ya jacket New York I ain't bragging, but a n***a living good And rich I'm not that, son, house, cars, yeah I got that Con 4 years older than me and still live with his mama So bragging is what a Goofy do If I live with my mama my closet would be Gucci too Con' I was in Miami, you don't even have a car But you flossing like you ball What's the point of red bottoms if you walking to the mall? I ain't X, I ain't gon talk about priorities n***a But transportation over shoes mean more to me n***a And your style is the next decline, me? I'm electrifying This science cla**, I transform I'm dissecting con "If that was me, I would've a f**ed both y'all up I would've took 'em to the roof, made both y'all jump" Shotgun you a fraud, you wanna bully your way So what you pushed on Bill, why you ain't do that to Swave? What we supposed to be spooked because you brung Watts? f** Shotgun Suge, we'll have Suge gunshot And all you n***as bringing props to win, I ain't with that If Holla bring a prop that b**h gon come with a kickback Soon as I lift that, watch a n***a load it up That b**h go KABOOM! Lil brother gon have to hold me up! You n***as bringing props to win, I ain't with that If Holla bring a prop that b**h gon come with a kickback If Holla bring a prop that b**h gon come with a kickback Soon as I lift that, watch a n***a load it Soon as I lift that, watch a n***a load it That b**h go KABOOM! That b**h go KABOOM! That b**h go KABOOM! Lil brother gon have to hold me up!!! BALL GAME ni**a! What's big money to small change? Two words after this... BALL GAME! [Round 1: Conceited] I'ma quote John John word for word Don't act like you ain't die from a Hollow before Now I said it verbatim SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU! Don't act like you ain't die from a Hollow before and I said it, Verb ate 'em Yo Smack I'm tired of this You brought me another college kid trying to spit like he fire clips You go to school in St. Louis on a scholarship So that means Arsonal drives the bus and you ride the sh**! How the f** are you a Blood and a school boy? But you be gripping them treys I don't know which C's you scared of seeing more The Crips or your grades But you steady keep talking how your guns go But even if he had straight A's would he let his 4 point? No (4.0) Why would I believe that you co*k them toasters? My sh**'ll start kicking like bad breath y'all all will notice I knew I smelled something funny If somebody say they know where Holla toast is (Halitosis) n***a this can is not for colas, n***a this pop is not a soda If you say ya chain got rocks and boulders And them j**els make ya chest cold I'll make you cough it up if you got 'em on ya (pneumonia) You said you got signed to play ball overseas The lie detector said THAT was a lie n***a you lie about everything, that's why I have to get rid of you I've never seen one jersey or even one highlight And that's something that's minimal n***a you lie to everybody about playing ball overseas Something we never see now that's just pitiful That's why Hitman like that movie the Sixth Man Cause all his ballin is invisible But if you are that nice, why'd you use battle rap as ya claim to fame? All that flavor you think you got is watered down like Gatorade n***a you're garbage and this is something you gonna hate I say If you were that nice you should've stuck with Hoopz like Flavor Flav You said you got signed to Taylor Gang The lie detector said THAT was a lie! n***a you lie about everything Your dick riding a** hoped on Chevy's Wood and did a song And now you think you part of that f**ing group? Listen hater you wouldn't be tailored if you were in a custom suit Wiz wouldn't come near you if you were a toilet bowl And you thought they'll be the ones to sign them checks To let your lame a** throw up them two fingers and be the ones they rep Soon as he thought Chevy was gonna let 'em be a Taylor and be on they set Wiz came out and cut off that Taylor, Swift like Kanye West I palm them Tecs and I carry choppers, it'll sing like Mary Poppins And pick 'em up with the sweepers like Harry Potter n***a you carry nada, you can catch me on the corner like Walgreens Waving like some palm trees You and the whole Yett Yett gang, y'all all sweet The stock will have him in-vest for thinking you all (Wall) Street n***a that's on me you better have a next plan That tool clap then move back like Lebron's headband Ayo Verb, it's kinda like you getting ready for a wedding You got the blazers, tuxedos, a ring boy Get a couple, an alter, ya best man I said I got the blazers tucked, see those will ring boy It'll get a couple, all to ya best man If I see any types of whips and chains, I instantly become a slave Say anything I don't feel n***a and I'll start picking like a runaway In other words everybody can get off like Columbus Day You can see me with a couple like a double date To take y'all both out before you get home, that's a double play And let me find out that one of y'all got a ton of cake It's like the Kardashian house cause you can get Rob'bed with a bunch of K's You said you was gonna beat Bill Collector's a** when you seen him The lie detector said THAT was a lie! n***a when that n***a approached you turned straight b**h on 'em When the Bill Collector has your number you're supposed to click on 'em I'm talking 'bout empty that clip on 'em Like you at a restaurant you supposed to get the Bill and put tips on em But instead you made ya baby brother fight him Nobody could even find ya a** When they was scrapping you ran out on Bill like a dine and dash What happened Hitman? You thought he was gonna give you "the burna!" n***a all that sh** you was talking I thought you would murk 'em Now I see he was just acting like he would k** Bill like Uma Thurman Now lastly he supposed to be some big a** Blood You should've got in straight with Hanz swinging Now he showed us 5 wouldn't face Bill if he was Abraham Lincoln Game over n***a! HAAANNNHH!!! [Round 2: Hitman Holla] New York City Looks like we got ourselves another... 1, 2, 3, 4 punchline 1, 2, 3, 4 punchline... then he might "Slow It Down" Look I understand he give y'all bar after bar after bar, y'all crave that But I'm so amazed that, how do y'all praise that When he can't even tell his loyal fans where he was raised at If that's the case I'm sicker than ya average Holla twist carrots off instinct, n***as don't think since thin pink gators My Detroit players, shouts to my hooligans in Brooklyn Oh? I can't take a n***a rap? What? That's some lame sh** Well Con rep a state where he not from, that's the same sh** See we had a friendship that ain't looked at as rap St. Louis, you needed food I took you to that St. Louis mall trips, I took you to that MTV gave you the call, I send my congrats But on the flip side he throw dirt on my back He talked to DNA and tried to hate on my app I'm like "Damn, you supposed to be down for me Reggie Damn, you supposed to be 'round for me Reggie." How you salty? You supposed to be proud of me heavy I'm confused, how the f** you gon be sour, Reggie? f** it, rock-a-bye baby, I'll roof 'ern and make his cradle rock Hole in his head, that 40 giving out bagel shots Flip his (?) when I shoot, that's that waiter shot Split his chicken nugget, I'm Russian, give 'em a tater tot Bring a beef right to his hood, let his neighbor watch Local cops don't mean nothing, you need the state or SWAT Being dead? That ain't cool, it ain't okay to rot Boy ya whole street will get served, I Al Quieda blocks No, ya whole street will get served, I'll waiter blocks No, ya whole street will get served, Serena play the block When I spray the Glock, turn a live hood to a vacant lot If he run, sh**'ll get fun, I'll spray his socks I'll give more cause what's in store I don't save a lot Give more, save a lot, the store, Save-A-Lot That's a power line, put Con in a cable box Who remember? He ain't real comp' I just needed something to practice on Weapon so big when I bought it I had to drag it home Well this new `matic ain't even fair That b**h so big when I bought it I had to leave it there His b**h in the way when I shoot, I don't even care They ricocheted and rip through her tracks look like I'm weaving hair Con;, it's a known fact if I'm mad, I don't never lose A problem if I get in my zone I'm like Syracuse Smack, you want me to k** 'em? Give me that revenue And pick out a church cause he dead, even the Reverend knew This uppercut will put him to sleep, I'm so medical The whole world knew I would k** 'em, even Reginald/knew When you think of Hitman you think of gang fights, street sh** You think about Conceited it's Honey Buns, sweet sh** Ya nuts on the back of a n***a neck, that's G sh**? Nah, that's some You Got Served/Raz B sh** I can get you kilt on command, f** a con-firmation With that 9 I'll spy 'em, call that con-centration Then I switch to that .40 that's com-bination... damn, that C.O.M. f** Enough with all that Con sh** Psyche, let's get back to that Con sh** You got all bars but ain't never been a con-vict I'll have n***as rushing you out ya pocket I get Con Vicked I'm pissed, you slick with ya lips, get out of con-tent I shoot at his whip, I got night vision for Con' tints His ol' girl play games but then again Con know PS, we (WII) connect (KINECT) in ya ex box (XBOX) that hurt Con' soul (Console) I know you know we friends but the back of his mind I know Con worried Cause I could get Con buried on the con-trary You told Surf, "something, something, make believe Something, something, but Math did it And I would f** Joe Budden girl, but Fab did it I mean I got a lil question, I mean I know it ain't my business But ain't telling the world Another n***a f**ed another n***a girl, dry snitching? That's how I know his clique the "S.O.N.S." full of nerds And Conceited lame Let me find out you snitching take me to trial And the judge say Conceited name I brawl/ball Now S.O.N.S. / Suns all over the court it's like a Phoenix game That "Murda Murda k** k**" what I'm usually on And if you bout what you saying prove me wrong It ain't a god damn game when I'm using arms I'll let that whole thing go like I'm moving on Ball game! [Round 2: Conceited] Reality check Holla, you are not a young star, dawg You're 25 and last December you bought your first car, dawg But what y'all don't know, he couldn't keep up with them payments Now he on them St. Louis bus rides So even at a charity event you still wouldn't see this Blood drive Reality check Holla, you see I had to check that You are not, I repeat, you are not from the west side You are from Hazelwood so throw up yo H b**h and rep that But if you get too comfortable then we spraying our stock And you can get bucks in return for throwing up that H in our (H&R) block You see when Verb exposed your reality, that n***a slayed you Word Wars never paid you, they played you You battled for Verb for free so those reality checks were the only checks he ever gave you You ol' soft a** "Blood" acting like you give the iron a dump I could have it on my lap like Calicoe or like Rex got that 9 in the trunk But you know what's in the coat, Tecs (Kotex) Soon as he saw that max he (maxi) got the red dot in the front I'll show up to his pad Always To put this blood in the box like that time of the month You ol' fraudulent f** The closest you ever came to a biscuit was a dinner stove You can get ya a** clapped when I throw tips at it like a stripper's pole Man to man if we get in the zone I could take it out And shots lick his top like an envelope That's wack right? Now watch this If I see a Face Booked then you getting poked I could take out the knife, slit ya throat Or I could still let 'em lift ya soul Like stilettos, pumps, lift ya sole I said it's like stilettos cause I still let it lift ya sole We could get to the ice pick or go to the hammers now Cause I'm the type to still want it if it's war/worn like a hand-me-down I'll blam the town and them cliques buckin' Shots make him take that vest off like McLovin n***a ya whole clique's bluffin, everybody in it including you gay This n***a's tripping, if he said he's packing it's a suitcase I'll let that tool spray, you can get kicked and pushed And these Lasers will make everybody from the Lou' pay (Lupe) So one day I'm at my b**h crib watching a battle Typed in Hitman Holla vs. Aye Berb, like "Oh these n***as about to scrap." She said, "Ohh, J.J. from Good Times?!" I said, "No no baby, that's Hitman Holla." But besides that there, that n***a can rap That's when I continued watching and I finally seen some crap The battle reached 7 minutes and 44 seconds and you took off your hat Soon as I saw it I started f**ing laughing n***a that lines goes back further than Summer Madness My n***a your forehead looks like four heads And whoever cut you don't even make your sh** straight I think he's hating The only place we can see a line up that crooked is in a police station I cannot believe you came hurr with that hair, you a goner Forget f**ing ya rhymes up, the way he keep f**ing your line up I think Earl is ya barber n***a them burners will spark ya, AK's, AR's, big Beretta's You'll think I'm Prince Charming cause I'll be looking for him everywhere with the pump like he Cinderella Y'all already know how Hitman move I can stand right here and do the sh** that Hitman do "No bars, no bars, aggression.... No bars, no bars, aggression..." Then he might..."Remix" n***a it's a good thing you played ball cause that relates to your real life You are just an online thug you b**h, that's why ya career is all net, swish n***a you are a ball player, not a f**ing gangsta, you don't grip at all The only time you get the steal is if you strip the ball n***a you are a ball player, not a f**ing gangsta A block shot the only time you seen a pack You doing a full court press n***a, that's what you mean you trap? n***a you are a ball player So if he said he tell easy breezy's to get in that cover girl That's something he makeup It's ironic how you play ball but never had a b**h to layup Ya wifey is just somebody that I face f** Treat her like Marge Simpson and get my top blew/blue straight up I keep that 8 tucked, pumps for ya pops And anything he don't get then ya mommy can Now it's ya brother's turn, it's Show's time to get aired On Demand I'm coming for everybody in Holla fam' like that coach chilla (Coachella) Coming for 2 packs (2Pac) for Holla-grams HANHHH! Game over n***a [Round 3: Hitman Holla] I was the only n***a on the campus repping the set I led the league in techs cause I was checking the refs Let me guess Con, you messing wit Meth? Both me and my brother known to shoot we like Stephan and Seth Yo Chilla, I can scheme that, hold on wait We don't settle for Bronze, we get to duken when it's Gold at state If you owe me and I go broke, I'm on Reggie set With Choppers that don't fit on the scale, that's them heavy Tecs I get this 4 close (foreclose) homes and take Con dough (Condo) to end Reggie debt If this was Madison Square Garden, y'all would be Spike Lee Watching me put hands around Reggie neck My n***a Con got booed 2'd round I mean I f** with 'em, I'ma give him a chance You could have this 3rd round, I'd rather reminisce with my fans I'm the n***a that told a n***a I went to where she stay at Pull my boxers down that's where she put her face at Jumped up out the bed like where you want me to spray at? She said "it doesn't matter plus this where Richie lay at." Hold on, I'm the n***a that told a n***a I listen for the cries when I spot her, pick her up by her thighs then put her under my chin Cut across her chest... Wait, I'm the n***a that told a n***a it's Hitman Read between the fine prints This weapon ain't on safety, it ain't John Lynch Night vision came with a scope, see 'em behind tints Michael Jackson Motown Glove, you can't find prints I'm the n***a that told a n***a, I come around you around, do not move Don't crack a smile, I'm not ya pal, we're not cool You goldfishes not allowed in a Croc pool And if you jump in understand that you Croc' food I guess since y'all trying to boo I'm supposed to be hurt Y'all boo and I'ma stop what I was doing? That sh** ain't gon work I'm the n***a that told a n***a, what you got protection now? Chopper knock his section down, grab him by his -- I'ma save that for the sec- I'm the n***a that told a n***a, 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 an AR clip And shoot soon as I get in like I'm JR Smith Now I took it easy and didn't write a 3rd I gave you my word I still won the battle and I gave you the 3rd Well I'm supposed to write a 3rd cause he the best n***a sit down, I ain't even write a 3rd I'm thinking of sh** now I'm a hooper, I shoot 'em on the rim when that thing pop The cops will find Con-vo on the net like a screenshot I understand y'all booing cause the crowd cold That last bar ain't make sense but sh** it sound cold [Round 3: Conceited] f** all them b**h a** personals and them soft raps It's been way too long Smack I'm going to the original DVD era and bringing straight bars back Listen Hitman Holla, everybody in here swear you corny When the gat drawn you be the one I put the Cap-on(e) like you be with Norey n***a it'll flash and light in ya face like you telling a scary story Hitman Holla you got some heaters for me? I'll have 'em like a midlife crisis, not wanting to go near the 40 Hear me shorty, I'll do this man badly If he say he'll let the Glock squirt, I'll pop first like a granddaddy 3K's will do this man badly It'll put so much people under white sheets from that cross fire it'll look like a Klan rally n***a with no punchlines, how are you beating me? You couldn't blow up with TNT, get ya bars a rep up with GNC That's why everybody hates ya lines like the DMV Y'all gon follow him and see him get picked like Instagram That gauge peel, I spray steel like Spic and Span Shot's will get rid of Hitman heart/Hart like Vince McMahon I X-Men like Wolverine with the steel at hand You could get the blades to your roof like a ceiling fan n***a these are bars, not the type of bars that I'm spittin' fam' I'm talking bars, like Seagrams Absolut, liquor shots, Tequila man SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU! I said I see grams, I absolute lick a shot to k** a man Listen fam' all that screaming and yelling, that don't mean sh** When will you stop and learn You getting loud there will only make it get wild here/hair like Howard Stern Make sure I'ma get all these rhymes' out July 9th everybody watch Wild N Out HANHH!!!!