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Correct Tay Roc Vs. Hitman Holla Lyrics
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[Round 1: Hitman Holla] Summer Madness comin' Calicoe stop runnin' Conceited, how you 4'5" and still duckin'? John John talkin' shit, he gon' make me steal somethin' Ask Smack, soon as niggas holla "Hitman" I come and kill somethin' This the nigga I've been hidin' from? I mean that's what y'all was sayin' and whatnot Man, don't let these niggas gas you Around bad ass kids the only time I've ever ducked Roc(k) What's up Roc? All this tellin' niggas you been hot since I've been hot must stop Eight years ago I was headlining Smack Eight years ago you was battlin' Shotgun Suge in front of a bus stop I've had enough Roc Yeah you got MVP when I left the team, that just make you rust Roc You see I got on TV and got me some reads I'ma KD type of clutch Roc See you a motherfuckin' puppet, I put that on my granny gravestone Cause you was yellin' "URL for life", so this is the platform you stand on So help me understand how the fuck you the face of the league that you ain't even highest paid on? I'm sick of y'all gassin' this average ass career, this is where the joy stop Nigga your first Summer Madness call just happened to be the one I decided to boycott I mean, everything you doin', I already did, I could've been done and finished Ask Smack, what is the first battle you ever dropped on a holiday No pun intended Tay Roc did used to own this buildin', but now he gotta give it back I mean at least you know When you own somethin' and got to give it back, I mean that is a lease, you know Gun Bar King, boy in real life I was poppin' the chrome You ran off with my style, this nigga Roc is a clone Why you think when he got hot I was gone? It made since, I'm the battle king so you know they gotta throw Roc(k) at the throne I mean we can ask Brizz, cause he next, he ain't nothin' but a lil' op This could be a [?] trip to the Carolinas, I'm just passin' through Little Roc(k) Ayo Trez, I'm disappointed, you joined them to get a lil' hot? My nigga, ain't ya name "Chef"? You supposed to wanna cook Roc(k) They wanna triple team a nigga, this look bad Roc It's three on one, I'm still shootin' I take bad shots I'll knock Tay out, then pull a K out And light the whole Cave up like I'm tryin' to find my way out So the rest of the Cave better mind they business or get their noodle cracked I'll put right up on Ave without Google Maps God fam', watch yo' mouth, don't let it slide fam' Your last tape, I give One Mic, he a Nas fan Fuck a drive-by, I jumped outta that Dodge Ram The nine miss but the Drake hit, that was God's Plan I done watched niggas bully you on stage, but now you tough My nigga calm it down The way Calicoe was pushin' Roc around, I know he had to make his father proud Man, I'll knock yo' ass off stage, you'll get your skull and yo' shit cracked I'll have him somewhere in the crowd, asleep off the punch like, "C'mon y'all ain't get that?" But aye, even if they sleepin' then fuck it, get ya snooze on Binocular vision on the scope, I get my zoom on They call me Undertaker, get my wrestlin' move on Tombstone lock, then graffiti the Roc(k) over his tombstone Dot Mobb, Cave Gang, Gun Titles, y'all don't know what that mean yet? Y'all done put Lebron vs Kobe Nah, nah, that bar ain't about who y'all think better, or him not havin' enough rings yet But more because I done seen your name on a few rosters, I ain't traded on my team yet See, when I'm on this stage, I just give you a better feel I'm still mad for Mike Brown, tell Iron he better chill You skatin' on thin ice, quit thinkin' that you good This remind me of the 90's, they treat me like I'm Suge It's just me vs you, I ain't trippin' off ya hood But if ya brother jump in [Showout] Man I wish that nigga would! [Round 1: Tay Roc] Summer Madness comin' Calicoe stop runnin' Conceited, how you 4'5" and still duckin'? John John talkin' shit, he gon' make me steal somethin' Smack hollered at Hitman, I'm tryin' to kill somethin' My last battle I got booed, y'all never thought it could happen Goodz knew I was a problem, so he thought he'd distract 'em and talk while I'm rappin' But it's cool, the next nigga that try to throw niggas off while I'm rappin' They gettin' rocked on stage, I'ma throw niggas off while I'm rappin' Aye, once they get that contract and sign right on the line They know they puttin' they life on the line, that's why they put they life in them lines Smack talkin' hot on my phone like he want me to get life on my line He told me strangle you, literally have yo' life on the line Now everybody like, "Holla back" I've been waitin' on a response I'm glad you hollered back We all know Showout got Holla back *click click* Now that's gon' hit yo' chest and Showout through Holla back I've gotta snap Aye, what Roc got bottled in, 'bout to get out again They told me "Get him", I got him then It's not a problem then The switchblade, chop inside of him, lose lots of oxygen The chopper, mutterin', BLOCKA BLOCKA leave Holla hollerin' You all performance, that little remix shit y'all do, won't work for me If lil' bro jump in tonight, he gon' earn him three They rush him to the hospital with urgency Now the doc in there lookin' like Hitman performin'; surgery Picture this, two MAC 90's, extended clips Give 'em hits from the 90's, like he tryin' to listen to some different shit We comin' through, hittin' shit Hit or miss, but the way Hit hit the ground I don't even think my hit'll miss Spanish shooter, that's my amigo He don't speak English, I pay him for bodies, he wherever the green go (gringo) Play wit' me, he'll let the heat go You'll talk to a bald head like, "Didn't your mother tell you all about chemo?" You know how I play, full contact If you ain't want me to talk about somebody you love, should've put that in ya contract We beyond strapped Don't take it beyond rap Cause a [?], I take it beyond that You got a bald head, whatchu gon' Mr. Clean your way outta this one? Mask on, let's see Holla win (Halloween) his way outta this one I'll pump the trunk, pull the gauge outta this one Like, "Whatchu want? The Ricky? *click click* You can get the Lil' Ray Ray outta this one." If Blood say that he double R, that fucked up the vibe wit' me Cause he really a Mercedes S-Class; 550 That's gang shit, I don't bang shit but a nine milli This hammer came from a German town, but it's not friendly Don't get shot silly, I'll let ya peeps have it Shotgun in his face, like you wanna rematch it If I see static, he gon' get a chopper in his mouth He gon' choke on a K like B-Magic on Street Status It's gon' be tragic, you know the shit I'm on Have his whole team in R.I.P. air brushed tees and iron ons I brought the Proof, the nine (Denaun) is on Fuck if he tellin' the truth, lil' bro gon' be the nigga he lyin' on Light bars [Round 2: Hitman Holla] Ayo, he just dissed my mama chemo, that don't make me nothin' I can look in his face, he frontin' But yo' customized jersey reminded me, tell yo' mother I can get somebody to kill her for $1,800 I seen that podcast, I knew that's how you was gonna play it too You niggas always quick to yell and don't be sayin' shit until it's you the one that's gettin' somethin' said to I'm so happy they booked this in Vegas, there ain't no reason to lie, I said it Cause a nigga try me like I'm sweet, a gamble and I'm willin' to die I bet it See I just play the cards that I was dealt, I just made myself important fast See Tay Roc one of them stars that wouldn't even be considered a star without his supportin' cast Dot Mobb, Cave Gang, Gun Titles, Zip- see I keep sayin' it cause I hate snake things Okay, let's just say you do think he a champion Well to our class he got fake rings See Tay Roc will be Robert Horry, you ain't been shit but a role player on some great teams This ass whoopin' he been beggin' me I don't see how y'all can try to put a nigga like him ahead of me Especially when his whole career is based off gettin' kills, startin' Charlie Clips legacy You had to battle dude again and try to get back somethin' Boy if I ain't burnin' somethin' down, the only time I gotta rematch somethin' Pay attention to the rhymes alarmed You battled Charlie twice? Well I got another Clip for ya, the third times a charm See I always stood and fought, ask around, I'll stretch ya Back down? You would never hear me runnin', I'm the Tesla New strap, got a kick back, I named it Hester That'll clear this stage quicker than security bein' extra You on the sideline, I'm in the field; Fletcher One arm out that Trailblazer; Drexler Tryin' to cross me I handle like a professor Double pump grip, I handle like the professor This right to left combo will sock him in the middle So when Roc(k) hit the floor with two hands it is not a double dribble What are they sniffin'? They trippin', I stay grippin', K's itchin' They bullets will heat Roc(k), melt Roc, get Roc, I'll shape shift him They be like, "$30,000? C'mon Hitman." These niggas stay bitchin' That's why Smack made me sign a non disclosure, I get paid different Tsu, this ain't a two on two, stay outta Tay's business Before forensics in the DMV searchin' for the titles like the plates missin' I was raised different I pulled up with a few Piru's go 'head and try one You so worried 'bout bein' the Gun Bar King and barely makin' enough money from Smack to go and buy one Tay Roc, wit' yo' second half, you barely can buy Christmas lights If I stood on my second half I'd be Tristan height No witnesses, I kill every snitch in sight I'm ridin' around gritty, in the city, grippin' the Smith & tight Catch him in traffic, pull up and get to blowin' at him like, "You gon' make me miss the light." Through the windshield, the crime scene will be so mean I'll smoke Roc(k) through the glass; dope fiend I say look, bein' where I'm from, I fell in love with the crime rate I wake up like I want more Pierre, the Stephan way You not from Baltimore, slow it down, ain't that what Con' say? You more like, on the white side, the Hassan way You take him out the east coast he average, that ain't beyond hate You seen him in Texas? The nigga had the Jordan cryin' face He was so surprised he got booed in Houston he asked his homie if it was a blind date I say I'm a different kind of warrior, please stay out of mine Tay This ya squad? I get ya team gone like that, the Lebron way And put my hands on any nigga that claim Roc, the Solange way And yo' bitch gon' stand there and watch me do it, that's Beyonce Aye, he tried to approach me before the battle He was callin' my name like, "Yo!" I was like, "Yo what?!" He was like, "You is cool wit' Surf, I'm cool wit' Surf, I was just thinkin' sooo..." "So what?!" New blade, fresh out the freezer, who hungry? I'm givin' out cold cuts I told Red, I'm on the block, big ass weapon, ain't no tuckin' that I shoot it, it go BAOW! They duckin' like "What the fuck was that?" He told Hollow, "I got a couple gats. I'ma bust wit' that And some shit gon' fly by like 'What the fuck was that?'" Original/impostor Ain't no tellin' 'bout who's who or what's what You dumb fuck Since you stealin' you get a motherfuckin' uppercut Then an uppercut, then an uppercut He need Lebron mask, but his face swole so the straps won't buckle up! [Round 2: Tay Roc] You said, "Alphabet. You gon' get an L after K huh." That's a shit line Let me guess, you thought you would do me like you did Shine Try to reach for this when I grip mine Squeezin' the .8, now y'all can see (C) in his face that's a Crip sign That nigga Nick Cannon got you ballin', big time That watch really 40K? *click* Now give up everything like you quit tryin' Or get lynched, boy I got a sick mind They just saw a clown hangin' from the 'net; Tekashi69 Aye, a nigga puttin' they hands on me, I don't play all that A nigga touch me? A bullet is how I pay y'all back The K all black, I hop out and spray all that Extended clip, like a Hot Wheels race car track And after the murder, cops gon' be lookin' in your direction I clapped him, wiped the prints, left the hammer in your possession Tone down your aggression If shorty flexin', razor blade, affectin' his vocal cords like a recordin' session Fuck what shorty reppin', I brought a weapon Deuce deuce, the baby tucked in like a story tellin' Banana clip stickin' out the AK47 Hitman get the bald head that's Agent 47 Aye, the knife hit him then the Magnum pop Get stabbed then shot Sparks fly from the hands, static shock I grab a Glock, a pistol whip made this faggot drop The hammer broke in my hands, that's Hela from Thor: Ragnarok I catch Hitman in traffic, skrrt, cut him off He hop out like he wanna brawl I hop out start dumpin' off, he runnin' off Think Brett and Owen, don't get son invovled Cause shit gon' hurt Hitman heart if his brother fall Fuck a fight, I beat you with the back of a Shotty 'til I break ya neck Show up to your funeral and I won't pay respect Come and take rep, we in Vegas, you want to place a bet Scratch that, a brought the revolver, who wanna play Roulette? Like a judge free the wave, we lettin' MAC's out 50 in the clip, 42 in his back: Jerry Stackhouse I blackout, it's like a dice game when the strap out Y'all gon' watch two die if I pull this crap out I back out, you don't smoke or drink, why would I slap box I slide up wit' the sticks like I'm 'bout to take a slapshot To be safe I got to aim it up before the gat cock Chopper like a slot machine it look like I hit the jackpot Aye, I heard ya girl named Cinnamon Is that your wife or what? I'll send 'em in with sticks for Cinnamon, I'm tryin' to spice shit up Tell her, "Get ghost", if I get close, Cinnamon get her egg cracked for the bread with this french toast Speakin' of Cinnamon, ain't cinnamon a condiment? She don't look good enough to hit raw, but I'll condom it Aye, I'll kick in his door around a quarter after 2:00, his bitch tried to run I let off three and caught her after two Nigga this gun bar shit, that's my one skill I was at the shootin' range, practicin' wit' the sticks, that's a drum drill Son chill, you can't eat a bullet, that's unreal But he tryin' it out, nine in his mouth that's a lunch meal (mil) One shot, one kill Straight to his chest, it's a done deal Aim it and BOOM, deflated balloon, how ya lung feel I let a gun peel, act smart if you wanna see your son still This shit'll fuck around and do ya Yung Ill I tried to tell him Gang shit man, go man [Round 3: Hitman Holla] I say you ain't look at my last kill? You should've learned from my last war You got them kind of rounds them niggas fast forward I heard yo' baby mama named...I don't know cause that bitch ain't cute enough for me to ask for They say Hitman Holla the most viewed But Tay Roc might be the most loved and respect on URL and they askin' if I'm okay wit' that Ayo JayBlac, Tay Roc bein' more love just let me know he ain't done enough to become most hated yet Just don't cross this line, don't you ever forget this our soil If y'all don't want black on black crime And Brother Farrakhan tellin' another sob story Then I suggest this hot head better chill before this built in cooling system do the job for you Boy I got the metal on me now, I'm titaniumed up Piss me off, I'll fuck around and tie Tay and 'em up I know Surf rollin' witchu By the time I count to two, ain't takin' shit to court when I countersue Whatchu tryin' to do? Gang wit' me, twisted our fingers, go ahead bang wit' me Let these niggas gas you up like you can hang wit' me Clique hopper, team switcher Boy I'ma lose and win with the niggas that came wit' me I'm in Vegas wit' two sticks like, "Who tryin' to play the game wit' me?" Boy my jab nice, you swing on me it'll be your last fight Extendos, long arms, boy my wingspan got me ready for draft night Finger fuck the nina I make her cum when I blast pipes Trigger finger itchin' I guess the nina had crabs, right? He thought gettin' me off the big stage would matter My nigga y'all trippin' I'ma still perform in this small room, this an audition We can fade or pistol play .45 nickle plate I'm comfy in that water, my next 'tel could be Crystal Lake Bars so official Tay, do you the official way Throw down the fishes way, toss him downstream It remind you of Tsu Surf how I let the body slip away Aye, if I get caught wit' this, I'm guaranteed ten to fifteen So when I aim, best believe I'm hittin' ten to fifteen See the problem, you too tough, you need to learn when to stop I brought some killers, you don't wanna turn to an op' That's ya hood? Don't let them get you smoked on the spot You goal tending, get the wrong time to go for the block Nigga, they get mad, they want me to fall off But I just keep gettin' richer and richer They just mad cause I'm NuNu Nellz, every card I get bigger and bigger I say look, I got tired of y'all sayin' I was duckin' him Some more lies that was told Roc You forgot? When you was scared to leave this platform I was already battlin' across the globe Roc Beas' sent me a list of names, point guard before the game, I chose Roc(k) Boy, I say you better lower ya voice Watch ya tone strap, I don't drink but I lick a (liquor) shot, where that Patron at? He try to run, shot him in his leg, I don't condone that Bow, bow, bow, bow...man I had the nigga lookin' like he askin' "Where my phone at?" Ball game. It took too long to get to the remix [Round 3: Tay Roc] I'm tryin' to give you an L in the buildin' and on the internet Fuck a personal, some shit I just never will address You spell 'Holla' wit' an A, you spell it incorrect I'll put Holla in the ER, am I spellin' it correct? You/Con', suckin' dick for some Wild 'N Out fame If I did go up there, it'd be just for them Wild 'N Out dames You don't want me to start wildin' out names See ya seed pick up and kill it, that's a wildin' out game Speakin' of Wild 'N Out games, I see you on Twitter tappin', talkin' shit That .40 hit the back of his head, squirt out his mouth, that's talkin' spit Awkward shit, now he in a coma they inducin' I'll bring the deuce into your family reunion like, "Who we introducin'?" I gotta let him know who in control Everybody get shot, so much DNA, he don't know who on the pole I come to his crib with an AR and beef, then shoot the door up Fuck that whole house, I'll leave that shit tore up from the floor up Y'all remember I battled Rich Dolarz Tried to tell you I'm a Hitman, you can Holla if you want There's somethin' about Player's Club, they'll find Dolarz in the trunk Well this time, I'ma put Holla in the trunk Bunch of duct tape around his mouth so you can't hear him holler in the trunk Bitch slap him, close the shit on him, then drag him Hit a Benz wagon Holla in the trunk, sound like a kidnappin' If I was gangbangin', I'd keep shit crackin' Fifth clappin', straight to ya tissue, rip napkin Holla ran up on me like he wanted to fight Then seen the lead tuck He was like, "Man..." I was like, "Man, what?!" He was like, "Nah, Roc..." Like I said, "You said what?!" Then a bald head hit ya bald head, that's a headbutt How you a basketball player, got rocked and you ain't check up Roc(k) went behind his back and crossed him, it's a setup I'm fed up, foot on his neck and won't let up Coroner's covering him wit' the white sheet, look like they makin' a bed up At his hotel room I found him lackin' Nah, the shit too loud when clappin' Get pistol whipped 'til you power nappin' This shit left Holla in the room like a crowd reaction Aye, from the roof I let a clip blam at you Zoom in scope, give me more views than a Hitman battle Serial number on it, look like the views on a Hitman battle You Showout, my little brother jump in- [Tay Roc's brother] Like a Hitman battle! [Tay Roc] I'm tryin' to leave dude in the street for usin' my heat Applesauce through a tube he can eat from losin' his teeth Remember that shit I did wit' the seat belt? That's the same shit I do to ya cheek Reach between my legs and slide the metal up like, "Who the fuck keep movin' my seat?!" Fuck that, nah Holla, for real, I been waitin' on you for 'bout...four years to come and face me There ain't a nigga spittin' gun bars that could replace me A nigga try and play me? I'm just like Tsunami Surf If I back out with the Iron you gon' be seein' JC How you want it?! The K clap til ya brain's splat or the Louieville Slugger base bat 'til ya face crack? Stitches and staples in his head, lookin' like a train track Straight back, it'll look like Holla got his brains back Y'all know how y'all on one of them rides that's goin' up and you don't wanna open up ya eyes? Just like that BAOW, Holla goin' down, that's a roller coaster ride Nigga you gon' beat me? Still niggas lyin' Tell him like I told the others, I don't feel nigga's rhymes Who he foolin' wit' them steel grippin' lines?
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