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rum nitty vs. nu jerzey twork - urltv lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
{nitty mimics twork’s signature bounce and hand gestures}
i know what you bout to do really
{screaming} “i got the tool with me!
live? you won’t get a chance
this sh-t’ll drop a opp or two, nitty (opportunity)! bow!”
we got rum nitty vers… i’ll clap yo big -ss
put a round in you, lay you down crippled
the sh-t i pull out nickel
loud pistol, the cal clip you
prayin’ buddhist, you doin’ all this bow-ing
now you amongst (a monk’s) someone that’ll bow with you
bow! i back out a big grip
bow! bow! get you clapped up relentless
it hold 12 and this the final mil (meal)
who think jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
bow! a shot flare
they duckin’ from it, all the opps scared
they set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
this my spot, you won’t survive here
remain king and i’ma reign (rain) until i’m god-tier (god tear)
yo rounds full of glocks and sh-lls, chops and 12s
i see you know a lot about guns, it ain’t hard to tell
you talk it well… but the sh-t i pull out’ll body experienced (out-of-body experience) n-ggas, you better watch yourself!
and i could switch the mood
you can’t label a n-gga without a body experienced
look at it from a different view
war time i slide through the scene, leave sh-t wet up
winchester, mask on, hoppin’ out the v for vendetta
lil n-gga, stay grabbin’ on the pole
this napoleon complex keeps me with a hand inside the coat
i’ll clap you from the go
smack know i suffer from anxiety… this my third volume (valium) in a row
cold, swing on me and i’ma peel (pill) one
scorchin’ rounds, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) rum
top dog, a n-gga you should not cross
lockjaw, pistol whip you when the glock draw
over the head the handle do him dirty
then throw a round inside of jerzey like hot sauce
you can see these comin’
you booked a fight with the boxer from harlem nights: a repeat puncher
the hot type
keep your eyes down unless you tryna fight
on god, don’t look back, you’ll get -ssaulted… like lot’s wife
i did him worse, before i k!ll him first
suicide, put the stick to yourself like an introvert
n-gga purge, the clip hold 30
and i’ll put the whole number into jerz’ (integers)
bow! 9’ll peel
i run down on you like, “you slime for real?”
then i get five x’d with the 9, why (5x, 9y)?
you ain’t gettin’ by no mil’ (binomial)
a lotta steel
i’ll pull a mac with the green light on twork: dollar bill
beretta to his dome
set trippin’ like “how you turn blood?”
bow! you ain’t never goin’ home!
you ain’t for real right? well keep it real with me
n-ggas be three minutes over the time limit ’cause they fear nitty
b-tch, you can’t keep it real yourself, suicide or-

{twork cuts off nitty’s slogan}

[round 1: nu jerzey twork]
i said yo!
these rappers wild p-ssy
n-ggas always doin’ my style ’cause they style iffy
this n-gga did the bounce and the “bow”
’til he get hit with the loud .50
and that’s a lil’ bow… wow! you gon’ ‘bounce with me’
cal spittin’, even rich can go
you know, “bounce with me, bounce-”
you gon’ grab your partner and hit the flo’!
pistol blow, y’all seen jerooz bout with verb?
i’m ’bout to take this one to the grave, you got my word
drive-by, chopper out the gmc, i shoot out the bird
k clip, press down on a half-moon: do not disturb!
this sh-t absurd, hot revolver, ready to load it and pop it
just got it, can’t wait to spin (spend) it
this sh-t burnin’ a hole in my pocket
i’ll load it and c-ck it, then the lead pop
or we can do this sh-t mac to mac like an airdrop
nah, old sniper rifle -chk chk- fresh out the repair shop
f-ck rum, this sh-t vodka, i got a clear shot!
bow! y’all done put me in a weird spot
thought i was gonna show up here with no rounds? cool
i’m tellin’ you, rum… vodka… this ain’t about to go down smooth
i blow them tools, lift a tool
n-gga nervous, got him sweatin’ bullets and he gon’ get it too
i squeeze two, you drop your pen, i breeze through
[singing “location”] “if you send me your-”
you don’t know where that could lead (khalid) to
i bang n-gga, piru blood gang member
thing lift up

{scuffle breaks out}

let’s raise the stakes
razor blade, -fft-, how sweet the sound; ‘amazing grace’
i’m in your hometown rollin’ round
hop out holdin’ pounds
pistol whip, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til it’s a nitty (nitti) beat; ‘it’s going down’
i hold the crown, so even if you not a fan
n-ggas been gettin’ washed in jersey like juwanna mann
tec pop, pull to the side: rest stop
chest shot, bow!
big–ss round: epcot
i’m rambunctious, the can dumpin’
shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam dunk sh-t

{shotgun suge jumps in and dunks on nitty}

you’s a d-mn flunkie
n-gga your time is soon to come
you seen what happened to exclusiv vodka?
what you think they gon’ do with rum?
ruger dump, every round you callin’ out k shine man
i’m only doin’ this for the hood
i’m walkin’ on son, shine (‘walking on sunshine’)
don’t it feel good?
i’m strapped in! i’ll clap you in a coma!
madness! i could snap at any moment!
i did the salsa, i’m bilingual
too seasoned, sofrito
little blade, poquito (poke-ito)
mint condition, cut you to the white, rum: mojito
jersey!

[round 2: rum nitty]
end up with a bust head
little hawk, somethin’ small slammin’: spud webb!

{nitty dunks on twork}

i’m straight to it, no time to converse
i’ll put you in it for tryna find dirt
desert and a old western like wyatt earp
9 burst
y’all said he was gon beat me to death? y’all right, he died first!
it’s a difference how i’m workin’
you all done, and soon as i warm up they zippin’ over jersey
infinite, can’t see the penmanship
a cold piece, i’ma od wash you, that’s whitney sh-t
sh-lls jumpin’ out on the floor when i’m peelin’ it
can in the hoodie, then the cases drop, like zimmerman
bow! i get you drug out bad
i don’t give a f-ck if you six foot, seven foot
the guns come out fast!
and this k loaded got range on it, stay smokin’
it’s an instrument of death (deaf) like beethoven
bang on him, the first round bust like greg oden
i hit ryda with a kel-tec
jakk get a sh-ll next
then i make you an offer, drugz (off of drugs)
once you see this 12, step!
no way to dodge it
drive-by, lettin’ the chop off out the window: lorena bobbitt
stainless clock him
this sh-t’ll break your face i promise
gun b-tt, it crack inside the hood: reaganomics
pop him, gun up to his frame, blaow!
the baby drake from the side view: nothing was the same
i’ll run you out your lane
we all poppin’, but when y’all stallin’
i’m the one that remains at the table: autopsy
you can’t compare the bars, stop it
them ain’t enough…
you gon’ have to rig ’em or this (rigor mortis) gon’ be a hard body
i’m out east wit it, tryna do you dirty cuz
in a hooptie swervin’ up
he finito, i’m ridin’ through new york
finna go and shoot nu jerzey up!
tell him come try it, more than one dyin’
slide, i’m shady with the tom (time): sundial
gun fire, put a bullet in you, then blaow! blaow!
it’ll be more in jerzey (b-more and jersey): gun t-tles
your man jumpin’ ship, backstabbed his clique
you know the code, ain’t no comin’ back if you switch
i’ll razor-blade his neck, got him gaspin’ and sh-t
then another slash, i don’t quit
hey roc i give him that seat belt treatment
he’ll never be strapped in again!
you get no love
i load up with a steel .50 when i roam up
hold it like a old grudge
’cause we don’t let sh-t p-ss over (p-ssover)
i’ll bring it to your door, blood
if you lack respect, then i’m at your neck
f-ck a gun line king, i’m the goat with these deuces: baphomet
you can’t keep it real yourself
n-gga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide… k!ll yourself

[round 2: nu jerzey twork]
i said yo! you just awful
i mean, we both talk about clips often
but you just so f-ckin’ one-dimensional
every line your grips sparkin’
i tell this n-gga, “i’ll bury you 6 feet deep or put your body where the fish swarmin’.”
how this b-tch want it?
land or lakes (land o’lakes)?
and if you can’t talk about nothin’ but a stick (b-tter stick) i’m ’bout to win this by a big margin (margarine)
sig sauer, i come to the insanes and move your landmarks
dual revolvers in the streets, we gon’ do a standoff
i’m really piru, was ‘never too much’; luther vandross
he ain’t no motherf-ckin’ crip-

{rum throws a c in twork’s face}

bow! i blew his hand off!
can spark, this sh-t about to pop
i don’t wanna hear none of that nwx goonies sh-t
you been crew-jumpin’ since you got in here
you can’t tell me sh-t about my stock
you went to team homi, left the writers
said f-ck ’em and started dishin’ out the shots?
n-gga only reason you got experience is ’cause you been around the bloque (block)
drive-by, i got experience, i’ll bend around a block
sit, plot, watch, i’m lookin’ in position
squeeze, sittin’ on my lap, i stuffed the bullets in the smith &
this nerd (n.e.r.d.) droppin’, i tell my driver, “wait a minute”
and then i pull up with a ‘lemon’
dippin’, p-ss the crib, pole stickin’ out
you wanted twork? well now there’s some holes (hoes) in his house
i found the road to your house
and all it took was one to tell
i know about your sister crystal, i know about your son trammell
rest in peace to mama […]

{fight breaks out, smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven minutes}

[round 2 cont.]
i know every street, every route, and i was huntin’ for days
gps kept freezin’ up, but i’m still stuck in my ways (waze)
they found this boy split open
thin blade on the salmon joint
i left blood on the edge of the knife, but that’s beside the point
these n-ggas harmless in a fight
all these f-ckin’ vets on cam frontin’ for y’all fans
but behind closed doors they always be polite
tryna offer me advice
in private, friend; public, enemy (public enemy)
‘don’t believe the hype’
i gave y’all moments!, i had to come out the hood first
i had enough of that, chop in (choppin’) the trunk like a lumberjack
this sh-t came out the woodworks
i leave no takers, chrome stainless, revolver rotatin’
suicide or i’ll do the job? headshot, that was a no-brainer
your soul appointed
i commit a murder and don’t remorse it
take time… y’all want me to be stable? hold your horses!
heaven’s waitin’, h-ll’s watchin’
sh-ll popped him
funeral, casket, frail body
choirs with the hymns (hems) wide: bell-bottoms
he in solitude from the llama too
bigger .9 the tool
add ’em (atom) bonded together: that’s a molecule
i got the option to blast the smith &
trigger finger itchin’, don’t make any rash decisions
the mag extended
this gon’ be a tragic endin’, i stretch the clip
put you down by 30, ain’t no comin’ back from this
death is it (deficit)
you wanna play tough?
’til i hold the gun straight up
and he run, straight up
movin’ slow as mol-sses, already see what rum made of
he know we annihilate
i’m from the town, you ain’t peep the crime rate?
k!ll your fam, he’ll see it my way
mother and (in) your daughter bodied: freaky friday
you tryn’ play? jersey

[round 3: rum nitty]
you ain’t no gangsta, n-ggas know it
you’s a thief
the “type work” you put in for your name we don’t condone it
you wrestled that b-tch for a purse… grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan
i know this
you out here thirsty widdit
you ain’t lurkin’, purgin’, you takin’ purses, so i’ma reverse the feelin’
i got the urge to get him
smack flew me in from phoenix to book a jersey n-gga
you know i’m finna shoot
bullets goin’ in his roof
brandy, monica, if these hit the boy his mind (‘boy is mine’) get torn between the two
n-gga move, watch your mouth or get a gun in yours
f-ck you think i tuck ’em for?
cross the line, i’ll pull a grip on both sides: tug of war
my n-ggas wild dangerous, .50 cal bangin’
i’m talkin’ ’bout shooters like craig sager, i keep a loud blazer
play me, i’ll clap you b-tches
i’ll put you in the trunk and whoever else amp you in it
your manager get this mac i’m grippin’
bow! a bullet go through rome and (roman) ruins half the building
you see how i’m spazzin’?
d-mn near every line hit, i cannot die: i’m a highlander
two poles bustin’
emergency room they rush you
soon as the doc holla (doc holliday) “they dead” you know a tombstone comin’
who want it? i’m a can gripper
point it (pointed) at the top of the hood
then i cut out (eye cutout) like a klan member
clap n-ggas, od’ing with two guns: mac miller (mac, mil’ or…)
i knock your t–th out if i ever swing
tiger woods: one hook’ll (hooker) make you lose everything
let it ring, large gauge
from out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly): scarface
you better bat back or your necked get stabbed at
your rib, i’ll slash that
i’ll switch places with the blade, i’m a cl-ss act
get clapped at, through the cross hair i’m linin’ up the pole
then i zero in on one (zero end on one): that’s binary code
i take yo sh-t and use it against you
f-ck leonidas! if i squeeze the tightest, lead roamin’ (roman) through jerusalem temple
bow! k!ll yourself…

[round 3: nu jerzey twork]
i said yo!
when i was 11 years old a hoover crip k!lled my uncle flip
every night i wished him back from out the dead
i always said i would get them n-ggas back
my name twork, that mean i put in work behind every action that i said
and growin’ up, gang violence was always a red flag to me
couldn’t quite wrap my head around it
and then i took this red flag and wrapped it round my head
this sh-t madness
this time around i’m on some whole other rap sh-t
if i gotta pull the chrome then i clap it
tragic, i’m in arizona with the ratchets
you don’t get clapped in a coma or a casket
just crematures in a flower vase in phoenix
’cause if i gotta fire birds, all you a get is a rose from the ashes (arose from the ashes)
i’m past tense, put you in the past tense, i’m shakin’ your pride
you can’t possibly be knowin’ none of this gangster sh-t you state in your rhymes
you see how easy it was for me to find the place you reside?
you n-ggas really wanna be g’s (bee gees)? try staying alive
i wait in my prime
i don’t know how many enemies i got, it’s too many
i wait ’til they present themselves
and yeah, i slide on a opp or two, nitty (opportunity)

[crowd member] steams said that!

[twork]
steams said that too
i shoulda been tossin’ his sh-t
already left sh-lls in one cake, don’t get lost in the mix!
watch your motherf-ckin’ words, n-gga make the right moves
i rap with it on me
flow (flo) with the thing, i got a name-your-price tool
n-gga name your price
i’ll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now it’ll save his life
no? well i give this n-gga in blue 42, you better take a hike
you not widdit rum
i put every n-gga in the fourth down
he went for it like he not finna punt
i line men (linemen) up, you try to rush?
my whole block finna come
then the quarter back (quarterback) gettin’ a shotgun
he don’t even get the option to run
i’ll take his life for real
dome shot the insane crip, light the steel
hit a n-gga from ‘insane in the membrane’; cypress hill
you get the picture? nitty trippin’
suwoopin’, i’m with the business
in all red like 2pac with the paparazzi, i’m a spittin’ image
it’s no reasonin’ in that
he know piru “crip” in reverse, but the c is on his back
we dome sparkers
drive-by, out the ’06 dodge the chrome sparkin’
you try to jet, i’ll let the tom lend son (tomlinson) somethin’ out the old charger
i’m outside his home stalkin’
caught him and his chick vibin’
big 9 spit, tried to hit nitty, f-ck around and got his b-tch bodied
tec-9 with the string along
and this led astray (lead astray) but your miss got it (misguided)
sig firin’, we dumpin’ tools
my uncle was a civil war vet, serial still on [?] musket too
had the old number too (old #2)
that’s what my uncle drew (uncle drew)
hand on the weapon
you was talkin’ all that racist sh-t to iron solomon?
i’m ’bout to scold nitty and teach a lesson
headshot your mom sister
you was talkin’ like you hate jews and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitic)
i don’t give him a chance to get better
i’m on the rooftop lettin’ go rounds from a distance
then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail
they won’t even have a cloud of suspicion
i’m from down in the trenches
and my goons at the house where your b-tch is
choppers gonna make that a loud area
we even pad the walls
i told ’em if she even make a sound bury her (sound barrier)
beretta ’bout to blow
i’m takin’ cornell powell on an arizona grand canyon trip
he be petrified to go
you gon’ miss your family? we don’t even gotta sever ties at home
i throw you all off the cliff then, powell (clifton powell)
you’ll never die alone
jersey!

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