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charlie clips vs. k-shine - urltv lyrics

[round 1: charlie clips]
i told url i was ready for war
hood
and they went and brought me the smallest cadet
that reminds me, out of all guns
why do the deuce deuce get the smallest respect?
do y’all know deuce deuce bullets travel in n*ggas bodies?
so that mean i could dump a few all in his chest
and this hollow n*gga gonna try to shake it off, and that’s all in respect
but as soon as them sh*t’s rise and (in) shine, y’all gonna be mourning (morning) his death
now i ain’t wanna k!ll you this early blood
truth be told, i was tryin’ to prepare ya hearsе in may
but you chose february 29th in leap yеar, i agree this is the perfect day
nwx marks the spot, then right there in the earth you lay
and if i see the x on any type of gas you get a sh*ll and so do every n*gga in ya circle k
so i advise y’all to give it a rest, stop
or he gon’ get the glock to his hat
this my son so if i step, pop, his dad hat get knocked to the back
his moms didn’t even have enough money for the casket, she went and got it from smack
and they buried him in a small room, so his funeral could drop on the app
you got about six seconds to live, five
don’t be offended
.9 gunnin’, see five runnin’ and it won’t be a scrimmage
when i made it on tv i told myself, “bustin’ guns, just won’t be my image”
and the same day i had a baby in the tre
sh*t i smelled like dashiki from don’t be a menace
you know what?
this my last time callin’ a gun a “baby”, cause honestly it’s gettin’ kinda awkward now
we all keep sayin’ we “got the baby”
like that one gun is livin’ orphan style
i put the silencer on my baby like, “aww. it ain’t talkin’ now.”
took the silencer off my baby and wow, it make an ultra sound
shine be sayin’ sh*t like, like, “new glock. clean in my palm like sanitizer
i was wild n out way before nick could even stand mariah”
if that’s your plan, retire
i’m in ya new crib lettin’ the cannon fire
first round, warnin’ shot, bullet goin’ through the lamp and drier
but the second round? tryin’ to bring ya family down like mike p against danny myers
you gonna find a hollow wit’ ya wife dna on it
because i murder queens
champion of the year?
you keep shortin’ yourself, you never heard of genes?
k*shine gonna 3*0 who? me?
tah
i came out here and caused a murder scene
charlie clips gettin’ 3*0’d
y’all be promotin’ the impossible more than burger king
{guy in crowd} that sh*t sucks

[clips]
i said, everybody in the crowd know you f*ck wit’ clips
aye white boy, you know who else suck? ya mother when she’s suckin’ d*ck
i said, i got the fifth and the pump
let another n*gga in the crowd say somethin’ he gettin’ hit from the jump
why the f*ck would you disrespect a black man on black history month?
but you know what? that’s not what martin would’ve wanted
so you know what? i’m over that
i’m back, with that ak and the shoulder strap
y’all know the one that’s like a ratchet parent at they kid graduation because it…
nah, i ain’t gonna throw lead in his frame
i’m standin’ over shine, i’m tryin’ to put some lead in his brain
and that sh*t clap more than the angry coach sayin’, “get ya head in the game!”
hold up, hold up
you know what?
i’m so motherf*ckin’ mean wit’ it…
what if the coach was white?
now let’s do a whole ‘nother scheme wit’ it
you better pray up, face time god and let him know you on the way up
when this sh*t peel (pill) it ain’t v**gr* d*ckhead, but you gon’ stay up
shoulder strap, that mean i’m ’bout to load the ak up
sh*t clap more than an angry white coach sayin’, “billy! make the layup.”
you already know what the f*ck i’m holdin’
why would y’all think queen elizabeth could f*ck wit’ hogan?
headshot, my real rounds don’t need a f*ckin’ slogan
round 1 man
[round 1: k*shine]
aye, when you first came back, you was dangerous n*gga
almost fightin’, you had n*ggas changin’ they sh*t up
but everybody advance, and you took that time out to start playin’ wit’ n*ggas
now you marty mcfly
why?
cause you can’t come back to the future without a fade in the picture
i will kick down your fat ass door, both the smith &’s
one arm bro, and the next best thing close to mom like an older sister
they got his tombstone, mourning wit’ it
jehovah witness
drive*by, kept clips rollin’, this ’bout to be a motion picture
somebody should’ve told boosie that it can get messy
i’m talkin’ church hats, pictures on the box; little debbies
grab his homeboy, give him a shot; lil’ dezzy
got his sh*t blown out next to boosie; lil’ webbie
and vital signs like they updated his will, but it’s deadly
the sh*t went from [?]
y’all think he’s certified, he just like the murphy’s, he just heavy
but notice i said, “murphy” cause soon as charlie died we keep shootin’ clips like we eddie
squeeze on the whole clip
beam on the focus
brand new compressor, that i squeezed on the fo’ fifth
had to clap so low, charlie sheen ain’t even know it
head trauma, your sh*t can get all cerebral
just a preacher and his pride that’s an alter*ego
y’all want clips? i will give you all a preview
old wessun (western) for chuck norris people

- urltv lyrics

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