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[Round 1: Rum Nitty] You musta been drinkin' Exclusiv Vodka that whole night Had the fans thinkin' ”Damn, he drunk?” I wasn’t gonna bring up the fact you was throwin' up 'Cause that just shows you definitely can’t handle Rum I’m straight to it, nigga jump off and get the side piece Or walk up, I’ll squeeze three in a row: flight seats Gun Line King, I’ll put Roc on the body count: Ice-T But these three rounds for hip hop like YG We both professionals, but you a pup, under twenty still So watch me get a body off this pro teen, like it's Muscle Milk Get cut for real, I’ll empty the clip and bring the razor back The knife on the K in fact, bayonet I’ll open the trunk and stuff your bae in that! He nervous, as soon as that K Shine he’ll break a sweat I’ll let it sing while you’re just kickin' it, there’s no escapin' that! Niggas forever hatin', I say fuck it, let ’em hate then Metal break him, sit him down with the piece like meditation Two weapons raisin', the .40 chrome and the 9 black I’ll let one race in the building like segregation Blowin' heavy smoke Full clip, one in the hand cocked: Freddie Roach I’ll let it blow, these live rounds I spit You either die from one of these or suicide, now just pick He'd tried to slide out and shit Leg shot, the kid knees failed, if you wanna die I’ll assist My whole team we spaz, niggas see me flash Be cool, killer, I smack new niggas: PG class You gassed, Nitty spit better, hella witty, shit clever Your big bro had to die first for this bitch to get set up You ain’t killin' shit, never You got simple wit, a slave to my penmanship Watch me black verse’ a nigga like a Willy Lynch letter We got into it, his team was trippin' I said ”Cool, we can get it.” I turned around, pulled a Calicoe and didn’t see the bitches Next time you should watch your fuckin' mouth in front of grown folks 'cause shit can get deep, I’m talkin' real deep: Tone Lōc .45, .357, both smoke I'm away from home but cookin' on the road: roach coach I'll make your soul ghost, you don't know who you clashin' wit Nitty swing one arm in a battle: I’ll do the Canibus! Then hit a bum with a machine, I’ll do you bad as shit Your blood will pour on film: Pursuit of Happyness! They givin' niggas 50K for a battle? Somebody need to cut me a check, 'cause I done put in work I feel like I done earned enough of respect Tell your fam go watch the battle at home They gone be fuckin' upset I’ma bring a ladder, give you the final four They gone wanna cut off the net! You can’t keep it real yourself Nigga, suicide or I’ll do the job, you decide… kill yourself! [Round 1: Chess] Almighty, we still cakin' the fuck up When this round through wild dudes gone be wakin' the fuck up This true greatness… Wait! Shit! It's time to clean up See I'm a New York nigga, they got me battlin' this AZ fuck You know I ain't tryna start no East Coast–West Coast beef but But Chess here to leave his back in Cali See I'ma make it BIG and make it back to the East, yup! Now that was a bar from Chess Was it my hardest? Yes GOT EEM!!! But these nuts, he weak They (day) get 21 like three weeks Before I leave him in the sky, boxed I'll make his nose bleed like the cheap seats Your past battles seem sweet But it won't be wrong to give me a clean sweep Tired of how you not doze off, you makin' me sleep Give it a rest, listenin' to niggas that he beat I keep goin', niggas that keep growin' don't reach peaks Before the clip, a sneak peek His shirt got a Kool Aid stain and his jeans bleached BOW, BOW!!! BANG, BANG!!! Waka Flocka, Chief Keef! Please, let me speak, just listen For talking out his ass my shit spittin' BAOW! When I pull it, bullets will stick in him BAOW! When I'm through wit my can I remove him by hand, I'm nitpickin' Let's make a deal: get loco, this 9 fix shins That was crazy real, stash money, or get left over Either way I'm tryna save a meal BOW! Sit cool when I bang the steel Or get two extra rounds in the back like training wheels That shotty tucked in the leg… Nah, that's how I gave DNA the kill That .380 ill, it got me walkin' better like my ankle healed Chill… Chess body, sex homi, I came to kill Headshot, smoke persuader, his brains'll peel Caps'll open his top, I gave his brain a pill But gave his face a smile, this heat rainin' now It ain't safe to grill, chill! I'm Chess, keep listenin', no sneak dissin' Speak direct or die wrecked 'cause what I'm pointin' is not to direct I'll ride out on y'all set Can Nitty ride back? Yeah but his brains got left like John F's I'll squeeze and buck it (bucket) like when the mop wet Nah! I'll plant the shot like a high step My mindset? Just kill, so my mind set on gettin' him killed He keep a long toy that'll open pussy… big deal He gonna bang? Germ freak on the train: he don't grip steel The shit's real, I'm past cold He'll get a dot for every button he push like a pass code Give him slugs, like a boxer with hollow, the mag slow Leave you hangin' like your shoes when you sag low The toy lit (toilet) but this shit slidin' out is what his ass hold (asshole) We used to tap toes, playin' tag, now we tag toes AK's with the bananas out, air him out It look like we made this fag […] We got mad bros and they light up your fitted That's a gun to his cap yo But I'm the nigga with the mask though One of his niggas'll die, left him shitty in a bag yo Nitty survived but now he's shittin' in a bag though That's O.D. nigga, see how I come at you? If he rap, I unravel Them two straps still hold two straps, my guns bag you Fours in both hands like a Rum battle I'm dumb mad you didn't kill yourself with it We're in the W, right? Well he takin' an L with him Married to my gun, engaged to this gauge Fuck a ring, I put a shell in it Midnight, afternoon, we can get him any time 11:59 and have the 12 hit him Or break his jaw, have him speakin' through glass like a jail visit Then point at his head like, "They'll get it." See time to make y'all think Knowledge take you a long way, I let his brains fly deep The headshot was unreal like a fake ID My gorillas catch him whippin' it, they pop three Let it clap so when the monkeys on his back bullets HIV Before you stepped to a king, you shoulda played with the pawns "Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide…" BAOW! You was takin' too long! [Round 2: Rum Nitty] My nigga, I am not DNA Fuckin' with me you gone receive a bag I mean he did kill Eric right (Wright)? That was an Eazy pass My niggas told me fuck you up, bring the bags So trust me I won't go light on the cakes… like Pinky ass I been dope since yay high, sound like a 'cane addiction It'll be enticin' to put a bird on his roof, it ain't a pigeon They say "Chess not the one to play with, he way too different." But I look at you and still see food: Jameis Winston I came to lay down the murder game, shit will get tragic Think Paid in Full 'cause soon as the cam roll up on you You gettin' killed in Traffic You don't want to see that side of me, get clapped tryin' me My goons react violently Make a nigga retire from this Pat Riley MAC90 Heat You can say I rep two squads, that's fine to me But say I jump ship and I steal Chess: that's piracy Try and see and I pick you off the set with a hot one Tall T 'cause I'm liftin' up Chess with a shotgun I say this nigga nice but he's dyin' today, I am not for play After school, my lil goons follow you right where you say Hit your doorbell *ding dong* then hit your side with a blade Thin Line Between Love and Hate They'll open the door and see a knife in a Cake We not too far from South Central, I hope you brought you one My goons shoot, two deuce deuces Pointed at Chess like Bobby Johnson's son But this 12-gauge tops 'em all I'll give your man Chess the Willie Manchester To show you that my shotgun off the wall This big can for icin' Cakes: it ain't Betty Crocker It'll have you reekin' on the stage like Sara Kana Don't want your death on cam, then you should ask ya partner You better book before the film: that's Harry Potter But if I bring a toolie you stuck, put two in your gut Watch me Buck this .50 like when G-Unit broke up We coulda battled on the rooftop, you woulda jumped So if a nigga don't suicide, I ain't doin' enough 'Cause classics, they do nothin' for my status, I gotta live off homis Active puncher, acupuncture: my career depends on bodies Try me, but they say he lookin' for a fight I don't care, a line (Caroline) will have you lookin' to the light If I pull it then goodnight Two shots come with that Think 2Pac stomach tat: a thug'll get a bullet in his life They got me 'gainst the Baby Boy, the young muhfucka Well I show your bitch the guns and but her (butter) You lil' dumb muhfucka! I keep the tool, every nigga in my team'll shoot If war end in peace with you if I bring the piece to you Fuck it, bring the heater through 12-gauge pump on Chess like CPR—and you gone need 'em too! You can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself! [Round 2: Chess] Nitty gone say, "I'm a man, you a child He ain't in NY, he prolly scared of this town." Yo, calm down, I hold my ground like a handful of towels My circle up, you just standin' around This bitch real nasty, let me translate it now I keep a ratchet, that shit draws (drawers) like the panties is brown Ewww, it's like the fans gettin' loud Shit heavy, I hold it down But it can show you how to handle a crowd He get lifted, you want a man off the ground? Big bang, his wig missin' Juwanna Man of the […] If I reload a mag I come to lad So the (soda) ad will show him how I open a can wit a smile It's obvious, someone ill will be on some other shit You know, fuck slowin' it down, speed it up, I'ma smoother shit Well let's see if he can stomach this Baby literally on some other (mother) shit Get this corn nailed, POW, well (Cornell Powell) it's his government He'll get fourth from the .30 like 26 Like you ain't have a chance to breathe before you wanna win You got heat in store, […] when you leave the store, come again Bar heavy, jail bird how I love the pen God, I don't really wanna sin But a box is what these fake niggas want us in With a suit and tie, no suit and tie but I came wit a vest As far as the blazer, I tuck it in Who the fuck is him? {slight choke} I don't think he even a lil' ready Red beat him, it's me wit one eye like lil Fetty A Trap Queens are for gwap, for a lil fetty Red tops, Nit,' ya bitch read over the cakes like Little Debbie For free I can get him hit, get caught wit no charge In a sense he's sent home after the hammers bang like he innocent Check, get caught wit 21 for tryna be in the mix again Miss shots, nigga I take bets like I hit the rim Scratch that, we shootin' rec centers like we in a gym Then hit Nit' again Now the elders sewin' his body, his grandmother'll never knit again Rookie who? Chess really a vet His worst faults, one promise worth more than a million threats Chess givin' him death I keep a ladder dawg, hang it up like Fresh killin' his pet And his girl give me the neck, straight face like a serious text And these serious TECs I let it ring in one ear at a time like a listening test Leave this cat's torso missin', it's no kiddin' (kitten) wit' Chess […] named Nitty the best I bug out where you cook like ya kitchen a mess See a bitch in the back and I wig Put a bullet in her back of her wig, I left the kitchen a mess Nigga this Chess, you ain't hurtin' me Takin' mine (mind)? Cut it out: that's brain surgery Bullets goin' in and out of homes, it ain't burglary Little grip, the shit this man will pull light (polite), it ain't courtesy To keep it a rack, I'm on a thousand, see that bar was worth a G But this next one, worth millions Try to house a god, I hold these (holy) cross his roof like church buildings Chess a different god, I be wildin' over the book Like when the reverend gettin' live I'm the truth with this heat, they say the devil is a lie We're here to pray, to Heaven where he rise Masked up, send him to God, this a blessin' in disguise (the skies) You can't keep it real yourself Suicide, if I still see you alive, the second did the job nigga Cake life! [Round 3: Rum Nitty] I came to put a child in his place for these bars Punishment, this what you get, my style not for play Trigger happy, I empty every round in the trey We stretchin' you, THC edible I'm tryna dump half the pound in the cake But you? You gone make me get the Uzi out the Charger Wanna die, I can line you up a box, like Boosie at the barber I'll pistol whip a nigga jaw with the Ruger if he start us Or the steel crack in ya mouth like Pookie in the Carter I'm not the one to aggravate Two 4's gettin' at him, both bitches clappin': patty Cake Until a motherfucker R.I.P., I won't let it rest I'll let 20 buck and put money up like I set a bet Tell a nigga, if he cherish his bitch then protect her neck 'Cause if I can't get you, I'll send the Goonies after anything you treasure Chess (chest) Niggas know not to play with my team They keep tellin' me, "Chess cold," bitch I already vaporized Steams But they got me on my "fuck 'em all" shit, thump a long clip Get it poppin', get anybody I come across hit You ain't dustin' off shit Bang what? You was dead drunk off of a cup, I'll lay you flat Chess (chest), I'm not the one to brawl (wonder bra) wit I unload sixteen shots That'll Mos Def make a Cake book like 16 Blocks War lord, throw ya ass four four I'm pullin' out somethin' wit a body on it: that's a morgue drawer He said he gone smoke me after the battle What you think I ignore him for? 'Cause he won't give me a pound after he lose: that's a poor sport I black, go over heads most times when I rap I just hope people on the 'net catch it: that's side racks 9 clap, I'm 'bout to send you to the pearly gates, perfect order I'll make him eat the mil' (meal) first and then dessert a Cake All bars, I made it in this bitch wit no co-sign We a few deep, but all my niggas trip when it's go-time I'll present wrap the strap then hit ya crib on my own time No tight grudge, I'm Ike Love, I brought a gift and the whole 9 You 'bout to turn 18 […], right? I'll catch you while you celebratin', everybody get the knife But since it's your birthday Cake, you should get the biggest slice Real shit, you can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide… kill yourself! [Round 3: Chess] Nitty got bars, and he holdin' weight wit it So this Warrior on his head like a Golden State fitted Pay homage or my homies visit to ya home and paint kitchens Loud pop like when you come home he stay bitchin' Clumsy nigga, I let it go if they trippin' Stay whippin', it's that trey five in L.A. like I'm holdin' Blake Griffin Oh no, if they missin' the point C.P. will be golden, the trey clipped him If they mention him winnin' any round I come with my circle in the round, hit him now [Steams] Deuce deuce and the four four [Chess] Any round, we gettin' down to the Nitty gritty If I'm gettin' gritty, Nitty down And when he done spittin' rounds, don't let him leave Get him before he run out like Smack say, "Get ya tickets now!" Look at him, feelin' sour 'Cause we leave him stinkin' in a bag like sticky loud You gettin' loud? Calm it down son (sun) This nigga scary, Heliocentric Theory I'll plan it (planet) to keep a revolver around son (sun) This boy… this boy is done dude, my bars over the top I'm raw, you Rum bull I mean this might hurt We dumb electric, my Con Ed nigga that's light work Nah, Tay Roc at his job nigga: that's light work But he Cave Gang, how the fuck he light at light work? I'll finish him wit a clean round nigga: that's light work We seen pounds, he got light work Holla at me if you like purp My numbers on tee like a jersey over a white shirt This finger will get him wet If I reach it's leadin' to a box like a hand up ya wife skirt In other words, this bitch might squirt Anywhere, the clips spit different like it's diverse Picture two of ya family members in the trap Who you lettin' die first? Ya mom hangin', ya son drownin', will you cut the rope or die first? The fact that you gotta decide hurt And you think you fucked Stop thinkin', I'll blow out ya mind before you make it up You got a trap queen? I trap queens, get ya lady stuck Statutory rape but ya baby fucked Before I kill her, I'll prolly get ya baby fucked Shove my balls all in her mouth, nigga everything she sayin' nuts Pussy, he say he tough, but I think he a fraud Fuck bars, let me speak to this boy You bring heat for this war? Motherfucker, I don't believe you at all Bitch you look like you speak to the law I'll drag you up, beat you and all Stomp you six feet through the floor And ya brother gotta speak to the Lord Punch ya teeth through his jaw Make him have to eat through a straw He got wild clips, down six, I took treys to even the score That .44 in the holster: that's the leash on the dawg Real shit though, you wanna tussle? This boy'll crush you From two feet it ring out: Royal Rumble I clap and trap, applaud the hustle You fell in ya blood, the joint will touch you Woody jealous of Buzz I know you hate the thought of a toy above you If that don't work out, this man from the X a size (exercise) him up if we talkin' muscles Wait, who in here think he the nigga? That's not the case, I'm just tryna make him see it nigga See the meaner niggas like me got a different demeanor nigga Not only do they say it, they mean it nigga I'm reachin' nigga, nah, no drug bars, that's T-Top, he the nigga But I'll get the Bear to heat a nigga Let off a shell Top, the lines I kick ain't Adidas nigga His raps all wack, which makes me black on cats like Sabrina nigga Go through the front door when you creepin' nigga Please, that's the oldest way in like Keenan nigga He played a Crip […] you never seen a nigga In the hood D don't show his face like the reaper nigga I give him the pound like when you greet a nigga Then give him seconds like a greedy nigga Half of 300 for a verse, translation: a buck 50 for ya features nigga If his girl wit him, I split his earth like the world ended He spend on her so she twirl wit him And drop witchu, what I pop at you He'll get smoked over the chicken like a hot sizzle Let off five, six hittin' the floor like I dropped nickles Or I'll stick him for the ice like a Popsicle Or let one of my guys get you 'til somebody attack They'll find ya head without a body attached BAH! A clean shot make the body collapse Cake life!
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