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rum nitty vs. dre dennis - capital battle grounds lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
y’all already know what i’m here fo’
gun line after gun line, nothin’ else
you know i’m lettin’ steel blow
i mean, i can smoke this b*tch with real jokes
but this the dmv, so i’m pretty sure that y’all (ja) like when i go for the k!ll mode (moe)
i’ma k!ll bro
you got a slim chance, see me? i’m really stamped
my n*ggas in the dmv told me he, “y’all (ja) not like that.”; morant
a’ight, a’ight, a’ight
y’all should calm down (comet) cause this is where it get messy at
i’m at ease
me gettin’ this round off a breeze (febreze) cause he extra trash
i’ll leave a scrub all on the ground, you better check the stats
flow? like the old fabolouso when he blessed the trap
shout out to the ones that’s really tied (tide) in; h*lla facts
i’ve been cleanin’ house since befo’ (4)’09 and dre know (drano) that i can pledge to that
you? are very ass and your setups bad
you gon’ hear some life sh*t and then it (in dennis) first line like a paragraph
i’ll leave holes all up in ya crib if i get extra mad
i been shootin’ up houses
i still use this chopper on h*lla pads (helipads)
i’m h*lla strapped, drive*by out the van clappin’
i’ll lay down the whole buildin’ dumpin’ from the bucket like a sand castle
blade go right in ya stomach, i’ll stash that
and bring it up, from the gut to the check, it’s a fat transfer
that’s tragic
don’t be playin’ with me
riddle me this, why we ain’t book this battle on the gates and get busy?
cause he bring n*ggas to his league and don’t be payin’ ’em really
you don’t be sendin’ deposits, you sendin’ foamposits, basically pennies
stop playin’ wit’ nitty
i keep mac, you who these glock rounds is for
you gon’ make me draw down the arm like when the sleeve [?]
i just battled yung griz and had to squeeze the ratchet
i pulled choppers out on young (yung) people dennis (dentist), it was pediatric
we get active, that’s a fact
fam’ get clapped
one shot, you know you not gon’ make it’s a hack a shaq
i can win a marksman competition, i’m that accurate; facts
i’ll shoot prez, holmes, dennis, bill, key, floss, i can get some kind of plaque for that
or we can actually scr*p
you’ll get injured with it
right/left, right/right/left, i’ll put you in a blender
drop location? and we’ll be in your city trippin’
ready to crash out in dennis’ (dents his) hood, like a fender bender
you ain’t really get it, you think this sh*t a game
i’ll make you clear the stage
this is my house, and you can see yourself out, like a mirror maze
i ain’t like the stock magazine, i had to twist some thangs
the new clip like a pan handle, i made a little change
i’ll take his chain
do not make me use this tool, a sh*ll ate him
cause i’m just tryin’ to get my fair (fare) share like uber pool
you’ll get your money sn*tched, jewels removed
a mac*10 in the ribs too, sound like a food review
who is dude?
i’ll smack the sh*t out you, look like [?]
i’ll pull a [?] or tool it’s the older model, like cindy crawford
you’ll get smoked in your hometown if it’s really problems
now they lookin’ for a suspect in jersey like dennis rodman
they k!lled a few homies already, nitty dropped ’em
you know i’m willing to pop a dennis (dentist); w*lly wonka
gun b*tt with the back of a the rifle, split his noggin’
leave dre beat with an m16 (em’ 16), i’ll have a ‘guilty conscious’
stop it, better get the f*ck up out my face
double drum on the chop’, i’ll let 100 out the k
trust me i don’t play
i’ll mask up like vega from street fighter, run up on the gates
this m*th*f*ckas fake
i mean dre dennis, think he gonna come in here and rap for eight minutes
straight wit’ it
no the f*ck you ain’t n*gga
you’ll be a straight victim, gruesomeness
you and ya boo get clipped, then ya junior get hit
i’ll let that little b*st*rd have it
grab the hammer and tool a jit (‘too legit’)
grab your little stupid b*tch, get to choking her out
throw her around
shake her unconscious, she look like antonio brown
there’s no hope for this clown
it’s over wit’ ya life, i don’t care how many rounds we do
i’ll smoke this n*gga twice
whoever got this man on the throne is trippin’, right?
the stick’ll raise dennis off his chair and bring him closer to the light
it’s over with, goodnight
you don’t want war
i should’ve used the gun more
i’m talkin’ point blank and dent is (in dennis) forehead like nbayoungboy
k!ll yo’self
suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide
(k!ll yourself!)
[round 1: dre dennis]
that round was really elite, d*mn
two guns, they sound like antonio brown until i point one with each hand
aye, dre dennis vs. the champion of the year
n*ggas sayin’ why me
y’all say i need the shot so i ain’t playin’, i think i’m kyrie
f*ck your accomplishments, i’m wavin’ my heat
this b*tch’ll get raised by a champion like laila ali
my clique be riders, white castle, i’ll pull up with many (mini) sliders
the way they rush in (russian) you don’t wanna go down with loud like brittney griner
some call him “the greatest of all time” and he be honored
who gives a f*ck?
i’ll choke this man by the throat and swing the chopper
petting zoo, i’ll put my hands on a goat and squeeze a llama
i see him drivin’, park it you dead, sparkin’ the lead
ratchet clappin’ next to the whip like felicia tryin’ to borrow from craig
smack ain’t put you on summer madness so that lost you some bread
birdman tattoo, you just a star in ya head
ain’t marketable so they don’t offer you bread
ain’t see appeal (a pill) in rum like jeffrey dahmer, and that cost you an arm and a leg
they call you the name, “the alien”? you e.t. and sh*t?
heaters will lift, put the sticks to dawg (dog) head, like a scene from the grinch
i’ma squeeze ’til it cl!ck then i’ll reload the clip
put so’ in (samoan) next to that alien, that’s lilo & stitch
don’t miss often, f*ck your wal*mart job, i hit targets
you the coty, but if you had a co*d you snitched on ’em
me and my brothers catch a case? there won’t be snakes to the pigs talkin’
they’ll do a whole sentence together like twins talkin’
stalk him, put a fifth to his hat
blessin’ the bottle, rum i’m hittin’ ya cap
spine shot when the pistol’ll clap
.50 cal on the back of rum like nutritional facts
this n*gga can rap
he said, “if i whip a piece ya family f*cked
headshot ya mom’s sister, they gon’ have to m.o.p. ya auntie up (‘ante up’)
you get my auntie touched, i’ll stomp ya wife
hit ya granny with a left, give your mom some rights
knock out ya dad’s sister, swing with all my might
get ya auntie (annie)with the hawk, it’s a ‘hard knock life’
ya dawgs don’t bite
ya n*ggas all crips but they mad soft
half of ’em bark, half of ’em p*ssy; cat/dog
n0body cares if you the best puncher when the gats drawn
throw gang signs in my face i’ll clap dawg
he hold up that hi*c, the puncher (punch’ll) go in a box, that was the last straw
ya fam’ called the fourth quarter, them your troopers?
ben simmons, they scared to pull up, they poor shooters
you call them to save you? i’ll pull rugers
they go to a system and the quart’ll (cord’ll) get taken out like sore losers
lose ya life
your funeral is scene with drama cause your grievin’ mama screamed at trauma
the church tryin’ keep her calmer
she pushed the preacher off her
then the deacon scorn her
she actin’ wild in front of the usher; keke palmer
it’s loud boys, n*ggas know what’s up
what we rollin’ up?
(?)
nah, dump a ladder
impacts so crazy, i’ll dump the ladder
clap ya, let it kick on rum, the drunken master
scatter
watch this guy run scared
i’m shootin’ whenever where ever if rum there
catch him mornin’, noon or night, i’m lettin’ my gun air
feed rum and take shots at any time, it’s 5:00 o’clock somewhere
don’t need the nina
mean punch, and these’ll lean ya
swing once, and hook you nitty (‘unity’); queen latifah
heat tuck, squeeze ’til nothin’ left
i’m right handed
chrome in the car, we rollin’ with ours (r’s), we not spanish
catch him crip walkin’, twistin’ his fingers
the knife stab him, it got stuck in the c (sea), i paid to see the titanic
i sold white, tan and pills, the n*gga was in the trap
started movin’ dog food, it was sellin’ out every batch
fiends askin’, can they call me? i ain’t helping him hit my jack
nunn nunn, they was beggin’ for the number to get to smack
i was runnin’ around with a strap
i was young and savage
i knew if you down to slide, that always come with static
always had to work on my aim, it was under average
so gilbert arenas, a n*gga took a gun to practice
start sh*t
break in ya crib, ya army will barge in
a shooter will be next to ya door like martin’s apartment
put a .4 to your dome like when you talk to a sergeant
sweeper on the alien’s head, you marvin the martian

- capital battle grounds lyrics

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