top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Murda Mook Vs Yung Hot Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: U
►
URLtv
►
Correct Murda Mook Vs Yung Hot
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Round 1: Murda Mook] Now I know y'all confused like, "What's up with this picture?" Cause y'all like, "Aight, we know Mook, but who the fuck is this nigga?" I ain't even pick this fight either, if that's what you thinkin' Truth about it is, this lil nigga asked for this spankin' I was supposed to battle 'Trashidy' for one hundred thousand He said 'no' to a hundred grand and couldn't sell one hundred albums Next nigga they threw in my face was Reed Dollaz That was for twenty five grand, I said, "Let's do it, no problem." Soon as it was time for him to sign that sheet Ask anybody in his city, they couldn't find him for a week I was on every nigga line in Philly His management, his mans and shit, EA's, Tech 9's, Gilly's When we finally got a hold of him, through all the litigation We like, "We wanna know the verdict shorty, you got niggas waitin'." He said, "My answers no. I ain't scared, its just I'm sayin' If I do take a L it will fuck up my situation." I got an independent deal Mook, I'm trying to make a hit I got an album coming' *CLICK* I don't wanna hear that shit I was stuck like, "What the fuck? I gotta get this pay Like twenty five K on the way? No fuckin' way." I get a call the next day, heard this nigga wanna play Okay, we did the contract signing and what not And that's how y'all sittin' here lookin' at 'Yung Twat' I know I said I'm retired, I'm apologizing to my fans But for twenty five grand ... I figure'd you'd understand But damn, I'm in a loose-loose situation Because I'm Murda Mook and he the third string replacement Y'all expecting me to kill 'em, y'all don't know he could rap Whatever's lower than a underdog ... he lower than that So when he do spit his shit and say something okay-ish It’s goin' sound ten times better, cause its going against the greatest I do think I'm the greatest - I believe in the hype That's why every time you hear me, I compare me to Mike Example: Remember AI crossed Mike out his sneakers? It seemed so much worse cause we ain't think Mike had a weakness Off of that one move A.I. got his fame They forgot Jordan had 35 and still won that game Dig what I'm sayin'? [?] When we was young, he was a bum - no pants and no hobbies Dirty clothes, lice all in his hair, his nose snotty Bitches wouldn't even touch him, said he had the cooties Niggas'll snatch his hat off his head and play saluchi On the basketball court, he was pussy - small cat They take his rock, he turn Ricky like, "Gimmie my ball back." If you had Dough Boy you couldn't get your ball back You goin' forever be a son - you should live in a ball sack And don't talk about all your AKs, ARs And shotgun, MAC 10's, nines that you spray off Gimme a metaphor, punchline - you ain't never done crime Word is, he had an encounter with one time ... one time And it isn't from no gunnin' or bussin' the shot Its cause he ain't go to court for a summance he got You not a don, red and white octagon, STOP! This is not who you are- {Time gets called on Mook} [Round 2: Murda Mook] Should I do it later or should I just laugh now? Cause he just reiterated what I stated in my last round All that rah rah shit, how you be hoodied and masked down It sound cute but shut it up because I'm startin' to get mad now They said, "Murda went to school." I ain't a hustler, boy listen Ask the homeroom, I was eight ball pitchin' I had all my whores clickin' I was in class makin' switches I'm throwin' P the point threes The teacher point to me and I could still answer the question of "Who was Charles Dickens?" That's an author by the way But if y'all really pay attention to the shit this nigga say Y'all realize he say the same shit a different way One rhyme he killed a nigga cause he sparked the pound Next rhyme he kill a nigga cause he Hawk'ed him down Next rhyme he kill a nigga cause he forced him to drown Well if you doin' all this killin', how the fuck you ain't in jail right now? How you get dollars, ain't got six dollars for bail right now? You make me sick! Somebody get me a ginger ale right now Fans say, "Get on YouTube, let's see what he got." After five minutes I couldn't even watch, I needed to stop I even let my girl listen she like, "He ain't hot." I even tried to give you props Aak, believe it or not I said, "Baby, you don't know who this is? This Yung Hotness." She said, "I don't give a fuck who that is. Son garbage!" Ever since Lebron, these youngins got the disease Of thinkin' they can come from high school and just hop in the league That's until they come across the MVP And I'd gladly designate that ass and show him college should've been they speed Sho' Nuff I'm sick of hearin' this mumbo, jumbo from he Catchin' bullets wit' his teeth, nigga please! [?] try me, I got somethin' real in these hands Stop talkin' 'bout you been blowin' the trigger Please, you wouldn't squeeze if you was half boa constrictor Battle between me and- hhuh, you know who the victor And you know who the victim, we all know it's this nigga He stick a pinkie toe past Philly they wouldn't notice this nigga I'm noticed everywhere, let's blame that on my nose gettin' bigger He sayin' he don't battle but you up here like you nice Now, either somethings loose in there or them braids is too tight Cause that's like a nigga that ain't never threw a punch in his life Thinkin' he 'bout to just win a fight with Kimbo Slice That thang ain't right With this paper, I ball like [?] Skip to my lou Stomp his gums out and hope they don't stick to my shoe He heard the rappin', he heard the ratchet, his heart converge collapsing Pockets, tapped it, all he had was Curtis Jackson We done burst through the drama, here come his mama, "What happened?" "Ma'am, his heart stopped. Now what his heart gonna need is 'Murda' backwards." And that's 'Murda' with an A at the end Think about that for a second...say I'ma win That's 'a drum' EASY Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep [Round 3: Murda Mook] Last round I saw it all on ya face duke, you was tight You was thinkin', "This is the longest three minutes of my life." You was right But if you thought three minutes ain't burn right Imagine how long that ride gon' feel on that turnpike Y'all gassed Hot, sat at the light, this lil' nigga It's unfortunate too cause I like this lil' nigga You know the feeling you get when you whippin' ya small son? It's hurtin' you cause it's hurtin' him, but you know it's gon' help in the long run But you gotta teach him a lesson before they get too stubborn My flow like a retarded kid gettin' his dick licked by his mother You ain't impressive with all that aggressive shit That ain't clear? You wanna impress me? Jump up in the air and stay there Believe me, there's viewers out there that hate my guts You said I lost to Millz, Arty, Jones and Lux They would love nothin' better than to vote for you, I trust, but What you said tonight, it...just wasn't enough Tough Even the Philly people that wanna support you That thought you could pull it off and say somethin' resourceful They shakin' they head like, "Even his best shot was awful." Understand, in the City Of Brotherly Love gon' wanna abort you You was better off just lettin' me extort you At least you could've made an excuse sayin' I forced you But losin' toe to toe, head to head for the bread How you gon' explain this to ya kids when you tryin' to put 'em to bed? But wait, what I even gotta do to you dudes? I've won so much, then naturally y'all want me to lose But if I lose y'all be disappointed to see me come to an end So think again, and you'll realize, subconsciously you want me to win Hide in the pen'? He wouldn't make it past the holding cell Then start negotiating, turning into Samuel Hang ya head, you talkin' prison and can't do jail Can you do the tombs, the bookings that at least? They ain't even process the papers and he ready to speak What's sad is, you only pinched for disturbing the peace He like, "Give me a sheet. I'll tell it all if you give me release I can tell you all the shit that's goin' down in the street I can tell you all the hustlers that got it for cheap I can tell you why they put Joey Jihad to sleep [?] and where they sleep [?] house number 363 You ain't gotta use no stairs, this door right there 1B." You rat, but this New York state of mind is embedded Tryin' to make me forget it, be a waste of time Watch out the window open, he thought crept slow Poke his head up, get up, I'm dead up See me, let go, curtain close, no, won't be no next show Unless Biggie Smalls is a guest, then I guess so I got some friends that keep a handful of blades That'll cut a nigga like they had a handful of spades Commit suicide, fall on that grenade Chop off both your legs, throw 'em inside a wave Fuck a crackhead with AIDS once she on the five day [?] gimme my check now [?]
add rows