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rum nitty vs. kyd slade - urltv lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
in that roc battle you really took an l
now you gotta spend the rest of yo’ career explaining what happened
but you did it to yourself
you made a statement, trying to convince us you really didn’t tell
the only acceptable statements is, “where’s my lawyer?” and “send me to my cell.”
this n*gga squealed
but he gon’ be like, “i didn’t send none of them dudes to the pen.”
that’s the problem, you don’t think you did nothin’ wrong
which leads me to believe that you would do it again
you not exempt
that ain’t want me to take this at all fam’
“nitty don’t lose to a snitch. it ain’t a smart plan.”
he a marked man
if the last n*ggas couldn’t make a come back after gettin’ drug, what makes you think a narc can (narcan)?
as soon as he start playin’, my mood’ll change up
you in danger
i feed off people, like cannibalism, that’s just the human nature (ate ya)
ruger blazer
even with it on safety you won’t get a pass, it’s budda baker
at the funeral, i’ma use the blazer
a few bars ago, i just said, “narcan” that means i’ma shoot the wake up
you just play tough, and be extra’d out
you gonna need body armor, show me what that vest about
bullet from the tec come out
think it’s a game, until it’s traveling through the plug like wreck it ralph
i’ma tell you now
i’ma pistol tucker
load up the clip and up it
send you somethin’
dump the extension straight in (straighten) ya wig, like jimmy butler
you for real a busta, you don’t want drama
that little ass necklace will get took off for actin’ tough patna
that macho sh*t go down the drain when i pull on a plug chain, like a tub stopper
i up choppers, i been schemin’
clap sh*t up, like a camel crush, sig’ (cig’) squeezin’
robbin’ sh*t, just to get even
i took a tequilla shot with lime and salt, it’s l!ck season
indecent, it’s gon’ get violent
my whole clique robbin’
make you empty out ya pockets like tsa, i been (bin) slidin’
this b*tch dyin’ if i squeeze that pistol
you want smoke? drop a load, that’s where we at wit’ it
believe that n*gga
headshot!
i seen that go in high and come out clean, like a rehab center
it’s gon’ be that n*gga!
i’ll send a team blitz
think it’s just rap if you want to, my n*ggas keep bl!cks
if they intervene sh*t, they can get it too
but it’s clearly meant (mint) for you like a listerine strip
i spin the scene quick, i warned you
tay roc ended your career, he did it forceful
then a couple n*ggas torched you
then i finally got a turn to take the plug out like a corkscrew
the boy through
i’ma burn a hater
shoot, then we gon’ squeeze back like a turkey baster
get 30’d gangsta, without a doubt
you dealin’ with a powerhouse (power house), like a circuit breaker
you’re in danger, stop with all that rap cap
some of the toughest n*ggas fold under pressure, and that’s facts
i done seen this man rat, so you don’t wanna push me
plus the plug a p*ssy like a tampax
tell the seven, “stand back”
or get hit with some hot sh*t, clean
these shot’ll ring
i hit the seven melon with a lemon, sound like a slot machine
n*gga mean
and you can’t keep it real yourself
n*gga suicide
(or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself!)
[round 1: kyd slade]

- urltv lyrics

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